In the fading glow of Lumen’s embrace,
whispers draw patterns on silence’s canvas.
Etched are truths, unseen yet deeply felt;
a symphony only shadows remember.
The candle flicker speaks in tongues of forgotten warmth.
As twilight lingers, a soft murmur entwines;
vibrating between heartbeats,
it threads through the tapestry of stars above,
weaving solace in the unseen luminescence.
Will you listen to the echoes that sway in the void?
Will you dance to the rhythm of shadows?
We are but reflections in the mirror of night,
fading, yet luminous in our haunting symmetry.