A Time to Reflect

In the silent solace of the shimmering night, Where moonbeams dance and stars ignite, I sit solitary, amid memories' might, A time to reflect, in the pale moonlight. Regrets, like ripples in a tranquil pond, Echo softly, as dreams beyond Fade into the mist, where hopes respond, A time to reflect, in the quiet beyond. Dreams, delicate as dandelion fluff, Drift through the darkness, gentle and tough, In the labyrinth of life, where paths rebuff, A time to reflect, when dreams seem rough. Questions linger, like whispers in the breeze, Seeking answers beneath the trees, In the tapestry of time, where each moment flees, A time to reflect, on life's mysteries. Yet in the silence, there's a voice, serene, Guiding us through the shadows, unseen, In the stillness, where thoughts convene, A time to reflect, in the moments between. "Oh, where do the echoes of memory lead? Do they guide us forward, or plant a different seed? In the quiet of the night, do we concede To the whispers of the past, or take heed And forge ahead, with hearts freed?" So let the night embrace, let shadows sway, In the silent symphony of night and day, For in introspection's embrace, we find our way, A time to reflect, and greet the break of day.