In the quiet of the night, shadows softly creep,
Whispers of a world unseen, where silence dares to weep.
Loneliness, a gentle ghost, walks through moonlit halls,
In the solitude of dreams, its silent echo calls.
Stars above, a distant choir, singing songs of old,
Yet here below, the heart remains, in stories left untold.
In the solitude of whispered winds, a soul begins to roam,
Searching for a fleeting warmth, a place to call its home.
The moonlight paints a fragile path, where dreams and silence meet,
A dance of shadows, soft and slow, beneath the nightâs retreat.
In every breath, a longing grows, a wish upon the air,
For in the heart of loneliness, there lies a fervent prayer.
Yet in the hush, a strength is found, a quiet, gentle grace,
For in the solitude we learn, to find our own embrace.
Loneliness, a silent friend, walks with us unseen,
In its depths, we find the light, where we have always been.