Where whispers cling to the shadowed air,
A dance of familiar steps repeated,
In echoes of untraveled roads, they waver,
The mist unfurls as forgotten paths linger.
To float on memories yet untouched,
A fragrance of the unreal that sways,
In the fleeting glow of twilight grace,
Touch the sky with hands unseen,
Grasp the air where moments are born anew,
Yet worn in the tapestry of time’s embrace.
Return, they call, through eyes of dreams,
Through corridors of whispered light,
Shadows paint the dance you know so well,
Tracing the lines of fate's eloquent script.