In the quiet of a hollowed night, Where shadows dance with whispered sighs, A heart ached with unsated desire, Yearning beneath indifferent skies. The world, a river, brisk and cold, Carving paths where none have been, Yet here I linger, with dreams untold, In solitude's unfurling sheen. No touch, no earthly warmth to keep, Passion locked in iron clasp, Like a phoenix longing to rise, From ashes of its burning past. Yet hope, a distant ember glows, Offering solace to the mournful soul, A promise of day in night's repose— A chance to one day be whole.