In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with fading light,
A poetâs sorrow takes its flight,
Jaun Eliaâs heart, a mournful sight.
His words, a maze of pain and grace,
Reflecting lifeâs most somber face,
In every line, a lost embrace,
A yearning for a time and place.
The ink that flowed from his deep despair,
Painted worlds beyond compare,
Through verses, truths so bare,
His spirit lingered everywhere.
Yet in his grief, a beauty found,
A silent echo, profound,
Jaun Elia, eternally bound,
In poetic realms, his soul is crowned.