In the stillness of the midnight hour,
Where silence reigns, and hearts ache,
Shadows whisper secrets of sorrow,
As the stars mourn in their silent wake.
The moonlight bathes the world in silver,
Yet cannot heal the wounds within,
Each tear a testament of whispers unheard,
A quiet storm beneath the skin.
The night carries the weight of longing,
A gentle breeze that sighs and weeps,
Cradling dreams that fade like echoes,
In the tender arms of restless sleep.
Yet in the darkness, a flicker of hope,
A distant light that softly glows,
Reminding us that dawn will come,
And with it, a new day that gently grows.