Nightfall, a velvet shroud
whispering secrets of stars
that flicker in the abyss,
a dance of ancient dreams
upon a phantom limb.

Oblivion hums a soft tune,
notes woven from the fabric
of forgotten yesterdays,
where shadows linger
in the spaces between
breaths of the midnight air.

The Wistful Echo
Bygone Murmurs
Countless Whispers