In the quiet of the night, shadows softly fall,
A gentle breeze whispers secrets of the past.
Stars flicker like forgotten hopes, so small,
As memories linger, in dreams they last.

The moonlight bathes the world in silver glow,
Casting melancholy on the weary soul.
Each moment stretches, time moving slow,
As heartbeats echo in the silent whole.

Leaves rustle in the winds of change, forlorn,
Carrying tales of love that once was bright.
In the garden of dreams, where hopes are born,
We wander through the corridors of night.

Beneath the stars, we find solace in tears,
Embracing the melancholy of the heart.
In this tender dance of forgotten years,
We learn that even shadows can impart.