In the quiet of the night, I roam,
Through shadows where the lost things comb.
Whispers echo in hollowed space,
A dance of silence, an empty embrace.
Once vibrant dreams now fade away,
Like leaves that drift at the end of day.
A heart, a vessel, stripped and bare,
Searching for meaning in the cool night air.
The weight of absence, a heavy shroud,
A silent scream in the gathering crowd.
Yet in this void, a glimmer stirs,
A chance to rebuild, as hope prefers.
For emptiness, though cold and stark,
Can cradle the spark of a new embark.
In the depth of stillness, a seed may grow,
From emptiness, the soul can glow.
