In the quiet corners of the soul,
Where shadows play their silent tune,
A longing whispers, takes its toll,
Beneath the silver of the moon.
The dance of light and dark entwined,
A siren’s call in endless night,
A heart that seeks, yet cannot find,
The peace beyond the reach of sight.
The chains of yearning softly bind,
In moments lost, in dreams deferred,
A soul adrift, a wandering mind,
In echoes of a voice unheard.
Yet still the dawn must break anew,
A promise in the morning’s grace,
To find the strength to see it through,
And chase the shadows from this place.