The Echoes of Whispered Secrets

In chambers dim and walls unseen,
A lullaby of shadows weaves,
Where moonlit whispers softly glean,
And spectral tongues the silence cleave.

Beneath the folds of twilight’s seam,
The echoed secrets wait aglow,
In fragile hearts, a wistful dream,
Of things the evening dares not show.

Listen close to the silent plea,
In corners where the nightbirds sing,
Through rustling leaves, a memory,
On whispered waltz its echoing.