In the quiet of the midnight hour,
Where shadows dance without a sound,
Loneliness wraps its gentle shroud,
In solitude, my heart is bound.

The stars above, a distant choir,
Sing songs of worlds I’ve never known,
Yet here I stand, a silent isle,
In the ocean of the all alone.

The whispered breeze, a fleeting friend,
Carries tales of far-off lands,
But in its wake, it leaves the chill,
Of empty roads and untold plans.

Yet hope, a flicker, softly burns,
Within the depths of weary eyes,
For even in the darkest nights,
The dawn returns to paint the skies.