Flickering in the gloam,
where the whispers of stars
weave a tapestry of sighs,
the shadows sway with dreams
of yesterdays unspoken.

Do you recall the silent echoes
of a laughter lost upon
the dusky winds,
or the gentle hue
of a forgotten lullaby?

In the garden of twilight
where shadows bend and
twirl like wistful spirits,
the memories dance
in the twilight's embrace.

An old photograph
ripples in the twilight mist;
a corridor of murmurs,
a fading echo of
the heart's quiet serenade.