In shadows deep, where secrets lie,
Beneath the moon’s watchful eye,
Whispers float on the midnight breeze,
Speaking tales of hidden keys.
The heart’s chambers guard the past,
Stories etched, forever to last,
Murmurs of love, of pain, of trust,
Silent echoes in the dusk.
Unseen threads weave through the night,
Binding moments out of sight,
Secrets kept in the soul’s embrace,
Hidden shadows leave no trace.
Yet, in the quiet, they softly bloom,
In the stillness of the room,
For every secret holds a light,
Shining softly through the night.