In the whispering night, a call unheard,
Shadows dance in the corners of the mind,
A relentless pull, a silent word,
In chains of longing, the soul confined.

Eyes seek solace in endless dreams,
A fleeting escape, a fragile flight,
The heart beats fast in tangled schemes,
Lost in the chase of endless night.

Hands reach out to the unseen,
Grasping at mirages, fading and bright,
In the depths of longing, we convene,
Caught in the web of our own plight.

Yet hope flickers in the weary eyes,
A promise of dawn, a gentle release,
Through the storm, the spirit tries,
To find solace, to find peace.