In the silent shadows of the night,
A yearning heart seeks the distant light,
Unspoken dreams and hidden sighs,
Dance beneath the watchful skies.
Through the veil of moonlit haze,
A tender hope begins to blaze,
Each moment stretched by desire’s thread,
Weaving visions in the mind’s spread.
With every breath a silent plea,
For whispers of what might yet be,
The soul ignites with passion’s fire,
Consumed by dreams that never tire.
In the quiet dawn, the longing stays,
Unyielding through the passing days,
A whispered wish that time defies,
Forever echoing in the heart’s guise.