In the twilight, where whispers thread their way through mistened dreams,
a voice unspooled converts laughter into distant echoes.
The kaleidoscope breaks softly on silken waves, lapping at forgotten shores.
Shadows undulate in cadence with the whispered beloved's name,
A path weaves through echoing canopies, where light shimmers not.
Moon's glow lends no warmth, only an astral cloak of argent dawn—
Nestled there, whence you can't dare dwell for time writes only pain,
Yet, upon each unfolding narrative, stars get born anew in galaxy's sleep,
Whisper the lullaby to the forever unremembered.