4:00 a.m.

In the dusk of quiet solitude's embrace

where shadows linger in the empty space

the soul adrift, in its own dimming grace

a somber symphony, a lost echo's trace.

In the ballet of stars, distant and bright

loneliness pirouettes through the cosmic night

celestial whispers, a silent, poignant plight

as the solitary heart seeks its elusive light.

Amidst night's sighs, a nostalgic tune

weaves a cloak of longing 'neath the moon

fleeting memories, like stars that swoon

in the vast, lonely canvas of the night's monsoon.

In the stillness, absence echoes loud

a whispering breeze, a tear-drop shroud

loneliness, a metaphor, silent and proud

paints a poignant portrait, in solitude's crowd.