In twilight's embrace, where shadows softly weave,
A symphony of silver stars begins to cleave.
Whispering winds, like tendrils of silk,
Guide the wandering heart to gentle paths of milk.

Beneath the questing lights that dance and sway,
There lie the echoes of songs that drift away.
Each note a tether to realms unseen,
Where dreams are spun from the spaces in between.

A tender flicker, a flame in the night,
Beckons with a promise of the morning light.
Follow the glow, let curiosity's tether
Lead you to the world where night and dreams are better.