In the quiet hush of night, Where shadows dance and fade, I seek the stars' consoling light, In dreams where you have stayed. The whispering winds recall your voice, Soft lullabies that gently sway, Yet silence fills the space of choice, Where your laughter used to play. The moonlight weaves a pale embrace, Cradling my weary soul, In dreams, I find your fleeting face, In sleep's tender, healing role. Though dawn will break this fragile rest, I hold your memory's gentle sway, Releasing the ache within my chest, As I sleep, though you're away.