In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows dance with fading light,
A whisper echoes through the air,
Of silent dreams and whispered prayer.

Beneath the stars, the heart does wander,
In fields of thought where echoes ponder,
A solitude both deep and wide,
Where secrets of the soul reside.

The moonlight paints a gentle hue,
Upon the path where hopes renew,
Yet in the silence, whispers weave,
A tapestry of dreams conceived.

Loneliness, a silent friend,
In isolation, journeys blend,
Yet in the heart, a fire burns bright,
Guiding through the endless night.