In the silence of a fractured soul,
Where shadows dance with whispered fears,
The heart, a tapestry torn and frayed,
Yearns for solace in the night’s embrace.

Stars flicker like forgotten hopes,
Each one a memory of brighter days,
Yet now they dim beneath the weight,
Of dreams that once soared, now scattered.

The moon, a gentle guardian above,
Watches over the broken fragments,
Gathering strength from whispered lullabies,
To mend the pieces with tender light.

Though the path is rugged, steep,
And the echoes of past linger still,
In every crack, a seed of hope,
To bloom anew from the depths of night.