In the cavern of my solitude, where light scarcely lingers, your essence breathes
like a candle flickering against the night’s embrace. It illuminates the
gentle outlines of forgotten dreams, whispering sweet melodies only the
heart dares to remember. Here, the silence composes symphonies of
passion, each note an echo of an unspoken desire.
O land of shadows, paint my longing with your moonlit glow,
for the stars are but distant musings of what could be
and what once was. I lose myself in the reverberations
of your distant murmurs, a serenade in the realm of reflections.
When the dawn creeps in, shy and timid, I shall gather
these fragments of echoes, weave them into a tapestry
of fervent thoughts and whispered promises,
a love letter to the void, adorned in starlight and dusk.