Whispers of the shadows,
touch lightly upon the ear,
like fragile sighs of dreams,
unseen waves in twilight air.
A lone echo slips through
the weave of daylight's fabric,
murmuring secrets of the dusk
that linger where silence breathes.
Caught between breaths,
between the known and the far-off,
spectres dance on the edge of thought,
their laughter a voice of longing.
Let the heart listen,
where shadows fall and murmurs rise;
in this woven tapestry, prayer and dream rest,
waiting for those with gentle eyes.