In an eternity where silvery orbs once murmured promises to the stars,
the vastness remains a canvas, but the brushstrokes are whispers of a moonlit waltz.
Each crescent weeps for the partner it lost, spinning alone in an ocean of ink,
where shadows cling to the memory of embraces long gone.
The orbit of solitude sings a sonnet,
echoing in a hollow chamber of celestial dreams...
Will you listen to the lament of the eclipsed love,
the symphony of silence curling around an empty heart?
Solitary Lights