In sweet surrender,
to the quiet unknown,
where certainty slumbers
and pretense is unshown.
Night whispers its secrets,
solitude sings its calm,
welcoming the void
where emptiness is balm.
O promised Eden,
of silent, slow unfurl,
rest in slumber\'s cradle,
solitude to curl.
Fade into the shadows,
be cradled by the night,
while stars keep their vigil,
until the morning light.