In the stillness of the night, shadows whisper,
Echoes of silence, a solemn hymn,
The moon, a solitary watcher,
Casts its pale light on dreams long dimmed.

In the embrace of solitude, hearts ponder,
The weight of absence, a silent scream,
Time drifts like an endless river,
Carving paths through a forgotten dream.

Faces fade in the mist of memory,
Voices lost in the winds of time,
Loneliness, a constant melody,
Played on strings of a heart confined.

Yet in the quiet, strength is found,
In the shadows, resilience grows,
Through isolation, souls rebound,
And from the darkness, light bestows.