In the stillness of the moonlit eve,
Shadows dance where sunbeams grieve.
A silent song of sorrowâs flight,
Whispers softly in the night.
The stars above, they weep and sigh,
For dreams lost in the midnight sky.
Echoes of memories linger on,
In the heart where hope is gone.
The wind it carries tales of old,
Of love once warm, now bitter cold.
A story etched in timeâs embrace,
Leaving tears upon my face.
Yet in this melancholy’s hold,
A strength within begins to mold.
From sadness blooms a fragile grace,
A silent peace in sorrowâs place.