Twilight Echoes

In the dimming light,
when stars gently unfold their whispers,
I met you among the eclipsed shadows.
The sighs of forgotten dreams
wove a tapestry of silk and silver, echoing through the corridors of night.

You, the muse of twilight's embrace,
with eyes like the abyss of untold depths,
spoke in tongues ancient as the moon's first dance.
Every word a caress,
a promise held by the winds of fate.