Just something I wrote, because I haven't written in forever.
The muted silver glow of moonlight creeps through an open window
To fall luminous on pale skin and cast shadows on bare walls,
The air of the slumbering house is filled with the sounds of steady breathing and electric hums,
All the hushed sounds of the night rising and falling with the chests of sleeping bodies
In a gentle rhythm that coaxes and calms like a lullaby of saintly sighs
That floats through hallways and fills each corner with its warm and tender harmony,
Imbuing the dimness of night with a radiant tranquility all its own.
To fall luminous on pale skin and cast shadows on bare walls,
The air of the slumbering house is filled with the sounds of steady breathing and electric hums,
All the hushed sounds of the night rising and falling with the chests of sleeping bodies
In a gentle rhythm that coaxes and calms like a lullaby of saintly sighs
That floats through hallways and fills each corner with its warm and tender harmony,
Imbuing the dimness of night with a radiant tranquility all its own.