Beneath the moon’s pale, silvery glow,
Shadows dance in silent woe.
The stars above, they seem so far,
Like dreams lost to the evening star.

The wind it whispers, soft and low,
Tales of grief it seems to know.
Each leaf that falls, a silent tear,
For moments lost, forever dear.

The night is long, the heart is cold,
Memories linger, tales untold.
In the stillness, sorrow speaks,
In every sigh, the soul it seeks.

Yet with the dawn, hope may rise,
To soothe the pain, to clear the skies.
But ’til that light, I dwell in night,
In whispers of a sorrowful plight.