In the corners of the night, where shadows softly tread,
Lies a quiet whisper that echoes in the head.
The moonlight bathes the silent streets in gentle, silver glow,
While the heart seeks solace in places no feet can go.

The stars above, a distant choir, sing songs of ages past,
Their light a fleeting comfort, a luminescent cast.
Yet within the soul, a longing grows, a yearning undefined,
For voices lost in silence, for moments intertwined.

The wind carries stories of laughter lost to time,
Of whispered dreams and secrets, of rhythms without rhyme.
Yet in this solitude, a truth begins to form,
That loneliness can be a shelter, a quiet, gentle storm.

In the hush of lonely hours, a strength begins to rise,
For in the silent spaces, the spirit never lies.
Embrace the whispered silence, let it be a gentle friend,
For through the echoes of loneliness, new beginnings often mend.