In the quiet depth of the midnight hour,
Where shadows dance with whispered grace,
The heart finds solace in the gentle power,
Of tears that trace an unseen face.

Each drop a story of broken dreams,
A silent echo of untold pain,
Flowing softly in hidden streams,
Beneath the veil of falling rain.

The moonlight casts a ghostly glow,
On memories buried deep within,
As sorrow weaves its tender woe,
Through the labyrinth of where we’ve been.

Yet in this sorrow, a strange release,
A fragile beauty in the night,
For in this darkness, hearts find peace,
In the silent whispers of the light.