In the quiet of the night, shadows dance,
Longing whispers through the silent air,
A gentle breeze that carries a distant glance,
Dreams of moments we once dared to share.

The moonlight bathes the world in silver glow,
Memories painted in hues of soft desire,
Embers of the past, they flicker and grow,
In the heart’s quiet corners, they quietly conspire.

Stars above, a tapestry of forgotten songs,
Each twinkle a promise of what might have been,
In their light, the heart silently belongs,
To a time where our dreams were brightly seen.

Yet, in the echoes of the night’s embrace,
Hope lingers in the whispers of the breeze,
Yearning for a time, a fleeting trace,
Where longing finds its gentle release.