In the quiet of a restless heart,
Where shadows dance with light unseen,
Rilke walks through realms apart,
In search of what his soul might glean.

Amongst the whispers of the night,
He finds the echoes of his dreams,
The universe, a vast delight,
In every star, a truth that gleams.

Through solitude, his spirit soars,
In words, he finds a gentle grace,
Each line a door to distant shores,
A mirror of the human race.

With every pause, he breathes anew,
The silence speaks in tender tones,
A life of depth, of vision true,
In every verse, his essence hones.