In the quiet of the night, where whispers roam,
Lies an emptiness, a silent dome.
Stars fade, their light a distant mirage,
In this vast void, my heart takes charge.

Echoes of laughter, now distant and cold,
Memories linger, tales untold.
The mind wanders in a barren land,
Seeking solace, a gentle hand.

Where dreams dissolve like mist at dawn,
And hope, like a fleeting bird, is gone.
The soul yearns for a touch, a sign,
Yet finds nothing but the endless line.

A world of shadows, where light once dwelled,
An empty heart, where love was held.
In this solitude, I find my way,
Through the silence, night turns to day.