In the quiet echoes of an empty room,
Where shadows dance with the fading light,
Loneliness weaves its tender gloom,
A symphony of silence deep in the night.

Thoughts wander like leaves in the breeze,
Searching for warmth in the cold embrace,
Yet comfort hides among the trees,
Leaving whispers of longing in its place.

The moon casts its glow on vacant streets,
Silent witnesses to the heart’s lament,
Dreams once vibrant now retreat,
Into the folds of time, softly spent.

Yet in solitude, a seed is sown,
A quiet strength begins to grow,
From the shadows, a light is shown,
In being alone, the soul may know.