Late Night Stroll
In the cloak of darkness, when the moonlight gleams,
I venture out, guided by nocturnal dreams.
A late night walk, where solitude finds its grace,
I wander through streets, a tranquil, moonlit chase.
Footsteps echo softly on the hushed, empty ground,
Whispering secrets that the night has found.
The city's slumber, a gentle lullaby,
As I stroll beneath the vast, starlit sky.
The night unfolds its treasures, hidden from the day,
Revealing mysteries along the dim-lit way.
Silent symphony of rustling leaves in the breeze,
Whispering tales of forgotten memories.
The flickering streetlights cast a gentle glow,
Creating an enchanting path where shadows flow.
Buildings stand tall, their windows like sleepy eyes,
Observing my journey, silent and wise.
The night air wraps around me like a velvet shroud,
As I stroll amidst the stillness, feeling unbound.
Time slows down, as if caught in a reverie,
Lost in the magic of the late night's tapestry.
Each step I take, a liberation of the soul,
A quiet liberation that makes me feel whole.
Thoughts dance like fireflies in my contemplative mind,
As the late night walk unravels, one of a kind.
The world is mine, a canvas for dreams untold,
As the moon's silver beams gently enfold.
I find solace in this nocturnal escapade,
A moment of respite, a sweet serenade.
With every stride, the burdens start to fade,
In the stillness of the night, they gently wade.
The late night walk, a gentle sanctuary,
Where tranquility and I merge in harmony.
As dawn approaches, painting the horizon with light,
I reluctantly bid the night a fond goodnight.
But the memories of my late night walk remain,
Etched in my heart, a treasure I'll retain.
For in the stillness of the night's embrace,
I discovered a world where peace finds its space.
And I'll forever cherish those late night hours,
When I walked alone, beneath the stars and flowers.