In the quiet of the night, where the stars softly weep,
A lone soul wanders in memories deep.
Whispers of echoes in the hollow air,
The heart seeks warmth, yet finds none there.
Beneath the moonâs gentle, watchful gaze,
Dreams unfold in a misty haze.
Footsteps trace the path of forgotten lore,
Yearning for a presence forevermore.
The silence speaks in a language untold,
Stories of solitude in voices bold.
A dance of shadows in the empty hall,
Reflecting a world that feels so small.
Yet in the solitude, a spark ignites,
A flicker of hope in the darkest nights.
For in the stillness, strength is found,
A quiet resilience, profound and unbound.