Sleepy Mind

In the quiet of the evening, shadows softly fall,
Whispers of the twilight, they beckon through the hall.
Eyes are getting heavy, the stars start to shine,
Lost in gentle rhythms, I surrender to the time.
Thoughts drift like a river, flowing calm and slow,
In this world of silence, where dreams begin to grow.
As the world keeps turning, I’ll drift into the sky,
Painted hues of starlight, carrying my sigh.
Clouds of shadowy confusion, wrapping round my soul,
In this sleepy mind of mine, I’ve found my perfect role.