In the quiet of the night, shadows softly weep,
Echoes of memories in the silence they keep.
Stars flicker gently in the vast, mournful sky,
As the heart seeks solace, yearning to fly.

The moon casts its glow on the tears of the earth,
Cradling the sorrow of loss and rebirth.
Whispers of love linger, gentle and true,
Through the veil of the night, they tenderly pursue.

A gentle breeze carries the scent of the past,
Each moment remembered, each memory cast.
In the garden of silence, where echoes reside,
The soul finds comfort, though the heart cannot hide.

Through the depths of mourning, a light softly gleams,
Guiding the spirit through the darkest of dreams.
In the embrace of the night, hope quietly grows,
As the dawn gently breaks, and the new day glows.