In the dim embrace of twilight,
dreams sail on the cloud's whisper.
A wisp of your laughter,
echoes in my wandering soul.
Skirts of starlight brush through my thoughts,
ephemeral and trembling with desire.
What is a dream, if not a longing glance
into the eyes of possibility?
As the moon traces the horizon's curve,
hearts dare to leap and fall.
Do you remember the garden at midnight?
Where roses wept dew of unsaid goodbyes,
shimmering with memories untold.
Wander paths lit by the dance of fireflies,
and find refuge in silken threads of longing.