In the silence of the night, I hear your name,
A whisper carried by the winds of time,
Through iron bars, your memory remains,
A gentle presence in this lonely clime.

The moonlight dances on the cold, hard floor,
Casting shadows that resemble your face,
Every star a reminder of days before,
When freedom sang in an open space.

The letters you write are treasures untold,
Each word a balm to my aching soul,
In this solitude, your love I hold,
Like a flame in the dark, keeping me whole.

Though walls and chains may keep us apart,
My heart finds solace in dreams of you,
For in this prison, you’re the light I chart,
A beacon of hope, forever true.