In the quiet night, shadows softly dance,
Whispers of a melancholy heart take flight,
Stars flicker with a distant, longing glance,
Guiding dreams through the silent, endless night.
A gentle breeze carries forgotten sighs,
Echoes of memories that softly weep,
Beneath the moonlit, somber skies,
In solitude, the heart finds its keep.
The world seems wrapped in a tender haze,
Where time flows slowly, a gentle stream,
In this ethereal, melancholic maze,
Souls wander through a wistful dream.
Yet in the depths of this poignant night,
Hope flickers like a small, enduring flame,
In the melancholy heart’s gentle fight,
To find solace in the night’s quiet frame.