The Drifting Gallery

In the whispered colors of a fading dusk,
echoes of laughter hover over alleys
where shadows once danced to the tune of stars.

A forgotten timepiece ticks in reverse,
unraveling the yarn of yesterday's dreams
stitched in the soft twilight.

Underneath the silver kiss of the moon,
old letters bloom like wildflowers
in fields of lost conversations.

The shores of memory drift ever closer,
drawing the line between now and never
with footsteps imprinted in the sands of time.