In the quiet whispers of the night,
John Elia’s words dance with the stars,
A soul searching for solace,
In the embrace of celestial scars.

Shadows weave through his verses,
A tapestry of longing and despair,
Yet within each line, a flicker,
Of hope, fragile but rare.

The world, a tumultuous ocean,
Yet he sails with a poet’s grace,
Unraveling truths with gentle hands,
In the sanctuary of his own space.

A heart that beats with the universe,
In every inked thought he leaves,
John Elia, a wanderer of emotions,
Whose legacy in silence breathes.