In the stillness of the moonlit night,
A single tear makes its gentle flight.
Whispering secrets the heart dares not tell,
A silent story where emotions dwell.

It glistens softly on the cheek’s trail,
A testament to dreams that sometimes fail.
Yet in its journey, hope begins to rise,
A flicker of light within weary eyes.

The tear, a messenger in disguise,
Bearing the weight of unspoken goodbyes.
It carries within the strength to mend,
To heal the heart and help it transcend.

As dawn breaks with its tender embrace,
The tear fades, leaving not a trace.
Yet its essence lingers, soft and bright,
A beacon of solace through the night.