The Dreamer's Pen

Pure stillness in the air tonight,
Long shadows stretch beneath the light.
Every breath is sharp and clear,
An empty world, so calm, so near.
Silence holds the evening close,
Every sound feels soft, morose.

Trees stand bare against the sky,
As winds move slowly, passing by.
Lit windows flicker in the dark,
Keeping warmth within each heart.
The cold wraps round with gentle might,
Open spaces filled with night.
Moments drift in quiet grace,
Everything finds its peaceful place.