In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows dance with flickering light,
A whispered song of solitude sings,
Wrapped in the gentle rustle of wings.
The stars above tell tales of old,
Secrets in their brilliance unfold,
Yet in their glow, an aching heart,
Finds solace in the night’s quiet art.
The world sleeps, dreams softly sway,
While the lone soul walks its own way,
Seeking peace in the silent air,
A tranquil moment, a whispered prayer.
Alone, yet not lonely in this space,
Embracing the calm, a gentle grace,
In solitude, a soul finds its song,
In the quiet, where it truly belongs.