In the quiet of the night, shadows softly creep,
Whispering secrets in the silence, where the echoes sleep.
Stars above, distant and cold, watch with a knowing glance,
As I wander through the corridors of my own lonely trance.

The moon casts its gentle glow on empty, silent streets,
Where my footsteps are the only sound that the night repeats.
Trees stand as silent sentinels, their branches bare and stark,
Guarding the secrets of the night, hidden in the dark.

In solitude I find a world, a universe of my own,
Where dreams and whispered thoughts are the seeds that I have sown.
Each moment stretches into eternity, a timeless, vast expanse,
Where the heart learns to find its voice, in a solitary dance.

Yet in this quiet, I find peace, a gentle, soothing balm,
A place where the restless spirit can finally find its calm.
For in the depths of loneliness, a quiet strength is born,
A reminder that even in solitude, one is never truly forlorn.