In the dusk of forgotten reveries,
Where silhouettes whisper tales of bygone things,
I found remnants of faces kissed by the moonlight.
Soft murmurs, the tickle of a breeze
Embracing eternally in shades unknown.
A pulse in the shadows, ripples of love lost.
Echoes mold in mist-covered memories,
Shadows forming the bones of famished souls.
What outlines linger here, in the once bright corridors?
They are family, perhaps, whose names never spoken
Are scribbled in the margins of a truth, reverent and bold.
Gaze into the ethereal: your dreams will whisper in colors.