In the quiet of the night, sorrow speaks,
Whispering tales of forgotten dreams,
Shadows dance in the moonlight’s gleam,
As tears trace paths on silent cheeks.

The heart, a vessel of unspoken pain,
Bears the weight of love once known,
Memories like ghosts have grown,
In the mind’s darkened, endless lane.

Despair wraps its cold embrace,
In the stillness, it finds its place,
A symphony of loss and grace,
Plays on in this empty space.

Yet in sorrow’s deep, a spark remains,
A hope that light may come again,
To heal the wounds and ease the strain,
And bring peace to the heart’s domain.