In the quiet whispers of the night,
Echoes of love once bright,
Now shrouded in shadows’ might,
A heart fractured, out of sight.
Memories like autumn leaves fall,
Each one a story, a painful call,
Of promises that stood so tall,
Now buried under winter’s pall.
The stars once sparkled with our dreams,
Now they flicker with silent screams,
Love’s river turned to frozen streams,
Drowned in sorrow’s endless themes.
Yet in the ashes, hope may rise,
Through tears and nightâs dark skies,
A new dawn waits to surprise,
With healing light, it softly lies.