Whispered secrets caress the evening air,
where the stars weave tales of olden love.
Beneath the silver hues of the quiet moon,
souls touch, though miles apart they lay.
In the garden of dreams, where roses bloom,
a phantom's hand brushes against the heart.
Each petal a promise, each scent a memory,
lingering, like laughter in the stillness.
Ghostly whispers in the twilight,
echoing footsteps across the sands of time.
Do you hear them? The whispers of a yearning
heart, tracing constellations on a lonely sky.
Follow the starlight to the shore,
where every wave carries a song of longing.
Perhaps you'll find forgotten memories,
cherished under the watchful gaze of Orion.
Or maybe just a whisper in the dark,
reminding you of a promise once made.