In the silence of the shadows, where whispers softly weep,
A heart alone does wander, in the vastness, lost and deep.
Through the echoes of the twilight, it seeks a gentle touch,
Yet finds but empty starlight, that fades away too much.

Beneath the moon’s pale shimmer, where dreams begin to fray,
A soul yearns for connection, in the night that steals the day.
The quiet speaks of sorrow, in a language old and true,
Painting shades of loneliness, in a world that’s cold and blue.

As dawn breaks through the silence, with a promise yet to keep,
The heart clings to the morning, though the night has left it weak.
In the light of new beginnings, it hopes to find its way,
From the depths of lonely shadows, to the warmth of brighter days.

And though the path is weary, and the journey long and wide,
The heart will keep on searching, for the solace found inside.
For in the silence of the shadows, where the lonely often tread,
There lies a spark of hope, that guides them from the dread.