Beneath the gentle glow of forgotten stars,
a whisper dances through the veils of time,
ephemeral as a sigh upon the dusk.
Where longing strokes the canvas of midnight,
your silhouette flickers like a lantern's breath.
Each heartbeat a tale woven in silk,
each glance a drop of dew upon the rose,
fleeting yet eternal, in the embrace of dreams.
Here, the soul finds solace, roaming
the endless corridors of an ever-fading echo.