In the quiet hush where echoes gather,
whispering tales of forgotten dreams,
shadows dance upon the walls of memory,
casting light on unseen paths.
A voice, once vibrant, now lingers,
its soft murmur like a breeze through autumn leaves,
tracing the outline of a journey untraveled,
a song sung in the secret tongue of stars.
Listen closely, and you shall hear the murmurs of time,
the gentle flow of a river that knows no end,
carrying with it the relics of moments past,
woven like lace in the fabric of dusk.
Venture beyond the horizon of now,
where the sky meets the earth in a silent embrace.
There lies a whispering void,
an invitation to dance with shadows.