In the stillness of the midnight hour,Where shadows dance with fleeting grace,An echo lingers in the hollow power,Of a heart that’s lost its place.

Beneath the stars, the silence sighs,In the space where dreams have flown,The moonlight weaves its silver ties,Binding thoughts to the unknown.

A gentle breeze whispers through the trees,Carrying tales of forgotten days,And in the rustle of the leaves,Lie secrets wrapped in endless maze.

Yet in this void, a spark remains,A flicker of hope that softly glows,For even emptiness contains,The seeds from which new life grows.