Poem for the Lonely Night: Whispers of a Lost Love

In the hushing dim of eve's approach, I find the caress of sorrow's cloak,\nEnveloping whispers, where lost loves beseech, within the ballad this night woke.

Oh, 'Poem for the Lonely Night', a soliloquy of passion's pain,\nReverberating through corridors of thought, in the heart's silent refrain.

Your echo stirs the latent fears, fervor felt through spectral sighs,\nA symphony of silent tears, beneath the vast, indifferent skies.

Embrace the dark's symphonic might, while yearning crescendos take their flight,\nA dirge of desire, out of sight, this 'Poem for the Lonely Night'.

Each verse a stroke of the forlorn brush, on the canvas of twilight's hue,\nAn ode to love that's gone as such, under the gaze of the moon's imbue.

Entwined hearts and eternal quests, do part when shadows grow too tight,\nWhispers of a lost love’s zest, are the soul of this lonely night's write.

For those who feel the pang of time, as solitude's symphony begins to play,\nMay you find in these verses, a rhyme that echoes what the stars convey.

'Poem for the Lonely Night', a dark romance that sails the soul's deep sea,\nWith every line, a chance to heal, a tender, melancholic decree.