In the quiet hush of midnight’s shroud,
Where shadows dance and sorrows crowd,
A whisper lingers in the air,
Of distant dreams in disrepair.

Through the veil of night’s embrace,
Echoes of a tender face,
Forgotten tales and silent cries,
Hide beneath the starry skies.

In the heart’s secluded hall,
Where memories rise and softly call,
The past and present intertwine,
In the gentle flow of time.