Glow of Tranquility

Voices fade like the last whispers of a dream
footsteps echo down empty halls
leaving trails of light that linger
only in the corners of memory.

An old clock ticks in the distance,
its rhythm a reminder of the silent dance
we partake in with shadows
that have known our secrets.

In this moment, a glow emerges,
soft and warm, enveloping the echoes
that fade yet never leave,
a careful witness to our solitude.