In the vastness of the hollow night,
Where stars refuse to shine,
Lies a space untouched by light,
A void both yours and mine.
Silent echoes fill the air,
With whispers of forgotten dreams,
Each breath a gentle, weightless prayer,
Floating upon lonely streams.
The heart, a barren, empty land,
With echoes of a time once dear,
Holding only grains of sand,
Washed away by rivers of fear.
Yet in this emptiness profound,
There lies a seed of distant hope,
Awaiting dawnâs redeeming sound,
To find the strength, the will to cope.