Veil of Dusk

When shadows weave their tapestry,
across the walls of autumn's sigh,
the empty room holds tales untold,
spun softly in the velvet night.

Echoes murmur like distant streams,
rippling through the silent space;
a symphony of whispered dreams,
in corners cloaked with time's embrace.

Beneath the stars that slowly wake,
secrets linger in the air;
a gentle touch, a soft smile's break--
remembrance frays the veil of despair.

Lost voices call from unseen shores,
inviting with their siren grace;
delve deep into the night’s decor,
let each refrain find its place.

Here, the dusk unfurls its wings,
a soothing balm for weary souls;
in twilight’s fold, the heart still sings,
an opus of the moonlit roles.

Wander further into the shroud Silent Melodies
or trace your shadow's steps along the Paths Under Stars.