As the moonlight caresses the edges of your silhouette,
wisps of forgotten dreams linger in the air,
making silent overtures that echo
like the murmur of distant ocean waves.
Beneath a canopy of unwavering twilight,
where stars weave tales of intimacy and longing,
footsteps elusive and unbound; tracing paths
known only to those who dare whisper the secrets of the heart.
Do the footsteps belong to you, wandering lost
feeling through the shadows with delicate touch,
or to me, breath held captive by the night’s embrace?
The answer lingers in soft cadences,
echoing through corridors of time and passion.