In the quiet corners of a whispered dream,
Where shadows dance with the fading light,
Lies the echo of a love once gleamed,
Now lost to the endless night.

The gentle breeze carries a forgotten tune,
A melody of moments left behind,
Wrapped in the arms of a wistful moon,
In the tender chambers of the mind.

Each tear a drop of starlit rain,
Falling softly on the fields of time,
Where memories and shadows intertwine,
In the silent symphony of the heart’s refrain.

Yet in the loss, a seed is sown,
A fragile hope in the barren land,
For even in the silence, love is known,
And in the darkness, we understand.