In the quiet corners of my soul,
Grief whispers softly, a tender lullaby,
Its echoes dance in shadows, whole,
A gentle weight beneath the sky.
Memories weave through timeâs embrace,
Each thread a story, love once known,
In silence, I find a sacred space,
Where tears like rivers gently flow.
The night holds secrets, stars that weep,
For dreams that fade, yet linger near,
In solitude, the heart learns to keep,
The echoes of a voice once dear.
Yet in this sorrow, hope takes flight,
A fragile light that softly gleams,
For in the dark, there shines a light,
A bridge to worlds beyond our dreams.