when your room folds into a shadow
and the world forgets its shape
a thin thread of silver lingers
as soft as your falling breath
accompanying you till dawn
it slips through curtains
touching edges of your dreams
with a glow that doesn't wake you
but keeps the dark from closing in
when you start drifting into your land of wonder
it watches over you
not blazing
not bold
just enough
enough to remind you
that even in the deepest silence
something gentle cares
holding its place
so you can float
unafraid
into the dark.