In the shadows of solitude he roamed,
A poet’s heart, forever seeking home.
Words like whispers, soft and profound,
In silence, his truths were found.

With ink and sorrow, he painted the night,
Baring his soul in the pale moonlight.
Dreams and despair entwined in verse,
In every line, a universe.

A lover of questions, a seeker of signs,
In his musings, the world aligns.
As time flows in a ceaseless stream,
He captured moments, like a dream.

His legacy, a tapestry of thought,
In the labyrinth of life, he was caught.
Yet in his words, we find our way,
A guiding light, come what may.