Tender Close

In the quiet of a solemn, sleepless night,Where shadows linger in the waning light,My weary eyes, they crave the tender close,The sweet surrender and the calm repose.For hours stretch like endless, aching streams,Until dawn disrupts their fleeting beams.But hold, the night’s embrace, it softly calls,Within its arms, the heavy eyelid falls.O, to dance upon the … Read more