In a rush of night, Shadows stretch like whispers, Cloaked thoughts wander, Lost in the vold of stars. Beneath the weight of silence, Dreams gather, Woven in the fabric of dark, Where the unknown breathes. Each sigh of wind, A gentle remember, That even in the absence of light, There is a dance of presence. Here In ambiguity, A spark may find it voice, For darkness embraces. As much as it conceals.