Silence

In silence stirs a gentle sigh -
A heartbeat echoes at dawn anew,
From weary Soul's depths, a longing cry,
The Heart is seaking for the warmth in the morning hue.

What is this ache that clings so tight,
A shroud of gloom over the heart?
Melancholy whispers in the night,
Binding thoughts - a mournful art.

A gentle breeze, a warm caress,
As silence wraps the world so tight.
With every breath, a sweet impress,
That stirs us with pure delight

In night's embrace, a hushed debate
‘Tween silence soft and stars so bright.
Each whisper holds a secret fate,
A tapestry of dreams in flight.

Moonlight spills from cosmic streams,
Enfolding realms both vast and grand.
Its tender murmur, woven dreams,
Dives deep into the night’s quiet hand.

The intimation of hope uplifted to the skies,
What burdens the heart, subsides.
Night weaves threads of soft replies,
A lucid dream, where hope resides.

Together in this spellbound hush,
The Heart and the Soul dive into tranquility's sea,
Into this perfect calm, away from rush,
Where happiness and love roam free.