In the stillness of the evening’s gentle sigh,
I find my solace in the solitude’s embrace.
A silent world where echoes softly die,
And time itself slows down its hurried pace.

The moonlight dances on the tranquil lake,
Casting shadows that whisper tales of old.
In solitude, my restless heart does ache,
Yet finds a peace within this night so cold.

The stars above, like guardians of the night,
Watch over me in this serene, quiet space.
In solitude, I find a hidden light,
A gentle glow that sorrow cannot chase.

Alone, yet not quite lonely, I remain,
For in this solitude, my soul finds flight.
The whispers of the night, a soft refrain,
And in this quiet, I am truly right.