In the dim light of a quiet room,
Shadows dance to a silent tune,
A whisper echoes in the hollow gloom,
Alone, beneath the pale moon.

Time drifts like a wandering breeze,
Through open windows, past the trees,
Carrying dreams on the whispering seas,
Loneliness wrapped in gentle pleas.

Stars blink through the velvet sky,
Witness to every unspoken sigh,
Bearing stories of nights gone by,
In solitude, where echoes lie.

Yet in this quiet, a truth unfolds,
In the depths where silence holds,
A strength arises, brave and bold,
In being alone, a soul consoled.