In the hollow chambers of an endless night,
Whispers of forgotten dreams softly fade,
A gentle breeze carries the silent plight,
Where shadows and solitude serenely wade.

The moonlight dances on vacant paths,
Embracing the cold of an absent star,
In the stillness, a lingering aftermath,
Of moments lost, scattered afar.

The heart, a vessel of unspoken sighs,
Yearns for echoes in the vast expanse,
Where time stands still and never flies,
In the dance of an empty trance.

Yet in this void, a quiet peace resides,
A blank canvas for dreams to softly soar,
In the emptiness, where the soul abides,
Finding solace in what came before.