In the shadows of the silent night,
Sylvia’s whispers echo, faint and light.
A heart enveloped in endless plight,
Seeking solace, out of sight.

Amidst the pages of her sorrowed mind,
Words cascade, in verses confined.
Loneliness, a companion unkind,
In her poetry, we find her aligned.

The moonlight bathes her weary face,
A luminescent touch, a gentle grace.
In solitude, she finds her place,
A secret world, a sacred space.

Though shadows dance in her somber eyes,
Her spirit soars, it never dies.
In every line, her essence lies,
A legacy beneath the skies.