In the quiet fold of dusk,
where whispers paint the sky,
the stars hum a lonesome tune.
Shadows dance upon the edge of dreams,
casting light like a forgotten smile,
gleaming silent in the twilight's embrace.
The world breathes slow, a lullaby;
unseen, the moon weaves tales
of ancient paths and silvered echoes.
Listen, listen to the absent songs,
where every note is a step
into the vast, velvet night.
Touch the twilight,
and feel the gleam that lingers
like a forgotten breath of wind.