In the quiet of the midnight hour,
Beneath the canopy of endless skies,
I ponder on your distant power,
And dream of gazing into your eyes.

Your essence, like a fleeting shadow,
Dances softly with the moon’s glow,
A symphony of silent sorrow,
In the heart’s deepest undertow.

Every whisper of the wind recalls,
The gentle touch of your caress,
As if the universe enthralls,
With memories it won’t suppress.

Though miles apart and worlds away,
Your spirit lingers in my dreams,
A beacon in the night, a ray,
Guiding me through life’s endless streams.