In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows dance and dreams take flight,
A yearning stirs beneath the stars,
A longing for what feels afar.
The moonlight weaves its silver thread,
Through memories of words unsaid,
In every sigh, a story lingers,
Written softly by unseen fingers.
The breeze carries whispers of the past,
Moments fleeting, yet meant to last,
An echo of a distant time,
A melody without a rhyme.
In solitude, the heart reveals,
The tender ache that time conceals,
A longing deep, yet bittersweet,
For paths we once dared to meet.