The ember whispers secrets to the stars,
while tender breezes dance upon candlelight.
I wander in the glow of forgotten warmth,
tracing paths of luminous echoes.
Somewhere beyond the velvet horizon,
truth sleeps amongst the wildflowers,
cradled by the gentle lull of time's embrace.
Do you remember the soft sigh of dusk,
the way it paints dreams onto our skin?
Touch it, and all that was will be anew.