In the quiet of the night, when stars refuse to shine,
Grief whispers softly, in echoes of the mind.
A shadowed dance of sorrow, beneath the moonlit sky,
Where memories linger, and silent tears comply.

The heart, a fragile vessel, tossed upon a storm,
Seeks solace in the darkness, where pain is gently worn.
A labyrinth of longing, where footsteps fade away,
Yet hope alights on whispers, of a brighter day.

Amidst the weight of absence, a tender light appears,
Guiding through the shadows, dispelling all the fears.
The soul, though scarred and weary, begins to find its way,
Through the echoes of tomorrow, toward the break of day.

In the garden of remembrance, where love forever blooms,
Grief and joy entwine, dispelling silent gloom.
For in each tear that falls, a seed of hope is sown,
In the tapestry of time, where healing love is grown.