In shadows of the whispered night, Where ink meets heavy heart's plight, I penned in colors dark, confined, The poems of my restless mind. Yet there she stood, love's gentle spark, Brighter than my sullen arc. The wind then brought a brittle tale, Of silken words in another's sail. The weight of trust began to splinter, Cold as frost in deep midwinter. Still, I cling to dreams once true, In verses wrought of me and you. Though silence holds its bitter note, In every line my heart emotes, For love that drifts on winds unkind, Leaves echoes in my haunting mind.