In the silence of my solitude,
Whispers of the night embrace,
Shadows dance in moonlit grace,
As I navigate this quiet interlude.

The stars above, they seem so near,
Yet far they stay, in distant skies,
Echoes of my unheard cries,
Mingling with the night’s cold tear.

I wander through the empty halls,
Seeking warmth in memories past,
But time’s cruel hand moves fast,
Leaving me with silent calls.

In this world, I stand alone,
A solitary figure in the night,
Searching for a fleeting light,
In the silence of my own.