In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows stretch and stars weep,
I find myself in the silent plight,
A soul awake while the worldâs asleep.
The moon, a distant, silent friend,
Holds secrets in its pale embrace,
I wander paths that never end,
In search of warmth, a gentle face.
Yet solitude wraps its cold arms tight,
A cloak that whispers tales of despair,
In the echoes of the endless night,
I seek a light that isnât there.
Still, in this lonely, vast expanse,
I dream of days when hope will call,
When hearts will join in a tender dance,
And loneliness will finally fall.