In the quiet of the night, where shadows whisper low,
A heart in silent mourning, where only echoes flow.
Beneath the moon’s soft glow, the tears of dawn arise,
And sorrow paints the skies, beneath unspoken sighs.

The winter’s breath is cold, yet warmer are the tears,
That trace the path of loss, and all the hidden fears.
In memories they dwell, where love and grief entwine,
The haunting of the past, forever to remind.

Through the veil of night, where dreams and shadows blend,
A solitary figure walks, with wounds that never mend.
Beneath the starlit sky, the mourning heart reveals,
The weight of all the pain, that time alone conceals.

So let the night embrace, the whispers of the soul,
For in the heart’s deep mourning, the healing takes its toll.
When dawn begins to break, and shadows start to fade,
The heart will find its peace, in memories it made.