In the golden haze of twilight’s gentle sigh,
Memories dance like shadows on the wall.
Whispered tales of days gone by,
In the silence, I hear them call.

Paths we walked, now overgrown,
Footsteps fade, but not the heart’s embrace.
Time has flown, yet seeds are sown,
In the garden of my soul’s grace.

Laughter echoes in the halls of old,
Faces framed in moments past.
Stories shared, in voices bold,
In my heart, they always last.

As the stars weave tales in the night,
I hold on to the threads of then.
Nostalgia’s light, a gentle might,
Guiding me through now and again.