In the quiet of the night, shadows softly creep,
Whispers of the wind, secrets they keep.
Stars above, distant and cold,
A lonely heart, stories untold.
The moon reflects a silvery glow,
Casting light on paths unknown.
Dreams wander in solitude’s embrace,
Seeking warmth in an endless space.
Silent echoes fill the empty room,
Memories linger, a gentle gloom.
Time drifts by like autumn leaves,
In loneliness, the soul believes.
Yet in the stillness, hope takes flight,
A flicker of dawn in the endless night.
For even in solitude, love can be found,
In the whispers of the heart, profound.