In the quiet of the night, shadows softly creep,
Whispering secrets of a heart that cannot sleep.
Echoes of doubt dance in the cold moonlight,
As the soul wanders, searching for its own light.

A fragile heart, burdened with silent cries,
Seeks solace in the stars, adorning the skies.
Yet, beneath their glow, despair finds its way,
Painting the night with shades of endless gray.

The mirror reflects a face, tired and worn,
Eyes searching for meaning, feeling forlorn.
In the cacophony of thoughts, a plea unheard,
Yearning for a gentle, reassuring word.

But even in the darkness, hope gently stirs,
Whispering softly, through the rustling firs.
For within the silence, a quiet strength lies,
Awaiting the dawn, when the spirit shall rise.