In the quiet night, she wanders alone,
With dreams woven from silver and stone.
Her heart a compass, guiding her way,
Through shadows that dance, where the moonlight plays.

Her eyes hold stories untold, unseen,
Glimmers of hope in a world serene.
With every breath, a silent song,
A melody of courage, gentle yet strong.

She walks on paths where few have tread,
In search of whispers the stars have said.
Her spirit a flame, flickering bright,
A beacon of warmth in the cold of night.

And as the dawn embraces the sky,
She finds her place where dreams never die.
A solitary dreamer, bold and true,
In the tapestry of life, her colors renew.