In the quiet night, beneath the silver moon,
Whispers of someone linger, a gentle tune.
Stars above, they twinkle with silent grace,
Reflecting dreams of a familiar face.

Through silent streets where shadows softly roam,
Memories of someone guide me back home.
The wind carries secrets, a tender embrace,
Of moments shared in a timeless space.

Beneath the ancient trees where leaves softly sigh,
I hear the laughter of someone by and by.
Their spirit dances with the autumn breeze,
A comforting presence that never ceases to please.

In the depths of night, where dreams take flight,
Someone’s warmth remains, a beacon of light.
In every heartbeat, their essence stays,
Painting the night with infinite rays.