In the quiet shadows where whispers fade,
Loneliness sings its haunting serenade.
Stars above, distant and cold,
Tell tales of the heart’s stories untold.
The moonlight casts a gentle glow,
On paths where only the lonely go.
Silence, a friend, yet a foe,
In its embrace, time moves slow.
Echoes of laughter long since passed,
Haunt the halls where memories last.
Dreams drift in the midnight air,
Woven in a tapestry of silent despair.
Yet in this solitude, a seed may grow,
A strength unknown, a gentle flow.
For in the heart’s quiet plea,
Lies the hope of what might be.