In the silent echoes of a shattered night,
Where whispers of old dreams take flight,
A heart weeps beneath the moon’s soft gaze,
Lost in the labyrinth of love’s cruel maze.

Each tear a story, untold yet known,
In gardens where hope once brightly shone,
Now thorns of memory tightly entwine,
Around the soul’s fragile, tender vine.

The stars bear witness to this silent plea,
A longing for solace, a wish to be free,
Yet shadows linger, refusing to part,
Bound to the rhythm of a breaking heart.

But dawn will come to paint skies anew,
With gentle hues of healing blue,
And though the scars may forever remain,
The heart will learn to dance in the rain.