In the shadows of the moonlit night,
I walk a path unseen, unknown,
Whispers of the lost wind echo,
Carrying tales of hearts alone.

Stars above seem distant, cold,
Their light a distant memory,
In the quiet, I hear my soul,
A longing for what used to be.

The trees stand tall, silent guardians,
Watching over my lonesome quest,
Leaves rustle with secrets untold,
As I search for peace and rest.

Yet in this solitude, I find
A space to breathe, to softly mend,
Though lost and alone I wander still,
I seek the dawn around the bend.