Beneath the moon’s pale, silent glow,
Lies the tale of hearts left to wane,
Where dreams once danced in vibrant flow,
Now linger in the shadow of pain.

Each whispered promise, now a ghost,
Haunting the corridors of time,
Love’s gentle warmth, a distant coast,
Lost in the rhythm of a mournful rhyme.

Tears trace paths down weary cheeks,
Carving stories of love’s demise,
In silence, the broken heart speaks,
Of hope that withered beneath the skies.

Yet in this dusk, a new dawn waits,
The heart, though scarred, will mend and rise,
For even through sorrow’s heavy gates,
Love finds a way to the clear, blue skies.