In the quiet of a sleeplessness night,

  Where shadows dance and dim the light,

  A strange heart beats, alone and apart,

  Whispering secrets, an arcane art.

  Beneath the moon’s silvery glance,

  In dreams that weave a fateful dance,

  The strange heart yearns for a chance,

  To break free from its trance.

  A sleeplessness night unfurls its lore,

  As the heart seeks something more,

  Through the silence, it does explore,

  The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

  Yearning for what came before.

  In the stillness, time is a thief,

  The heart finds solace, albeit brief,

  In the night’s embrace, it finds relief,

  From the day’s unending grief.

  A burning heart of golden hue,

  Aflame with passions, old and new,

  Yet in its depths, so clear and true,

  Only a spark of wonder remains to view.

  This ember of curiosity, a light so faint,

  In the vastness of the night, it paints,

  A picture of hope, free of constraint,

  A reminder that wonder is the heart’s saint.

  In the hush of night’s embrace,

  A heart longs for a missing grace,

  Its beats echo in a silent chase,

  Seeking the warmth of an unseen face.

  Mysteries shrouded in the dark,

  A journey embarked without a mark,

  The heart’s desire, a lone spark,

  Guiding it through the vast, arcane park.

  So beats the strange heart, wild and free,

  In a world where it longs to be,

  A sleeplessness night, the key,

  To unlock its destiny.