In shadows cast by moonlit skies,
Where whispers of the heart are heard,
Langston’s love in verses lies,
His soul in every tender word.

A melody of dreams he weaves,
With ink that flows like rivers deep,
Through nights of hope, where no one grieves,
His love awakens from its sleep.

The rhythm of a heart that beats,
In harmony with freedom’s song,
Langston’s love in every street,
Where justice and the right belong.

So let us cherish words he wrote,
A beacon in the darkest night,
For Langston’s love will keep afloat,
Our dreams of love, of peace, of light.