Faint Whispers

Shadows shimmer upon the twilight canvas,
Echoes of the moon's gentle laughter
As stars weave dreams forgotten by time.

Ssshhh, she murmured. The trees bend not by blow, but whisper; let me tell you about the glimpses of eternity we miss.

Across the shores of a forgotten sea,
A figure appears, cherishing the twilight.
Dance now, while shadows cloak past's gentle sigh.