In the hush of a twilight serenade, the stars weep silver threads.
Whispered secrets of heartbeats lost in shadows,
like echoes of rivers navigating their own silken streams.
There, under veils of twilight mist, the portal dreams
of a thousand bridges untraveled, paths entwined in secret ardor.
Can you see them? Hands outstretched, *imploring* the moonlight.
The fragrance of love-infused autumn winds
kiss the edges of your memory.
A waltz of deep crimson and tender silence whispers:*
beginning, yearning, unfolding*.
Tread lightly, dear wanderer, where these portals lie;
in their embrace, the world whispers softly—
a tapestry of dreams woven by a lover’s sigh.