In twilight’s gentle embrace, they descend,
Wings of light, in silence they defend.
Guardians of dreams, in night’s soft glow,
Their whispers guide where souls may go.

Stars weave tales of their ethereal grace,
In silver threads, they leave no trace.
Through realms unseen, they softly tread,
With every tear and prayer they’ve shed.

Veil of stardust cloaks their gentle might,
In their gaze, shadows turn to light.
In moments lost, they mend the seams,
Carrying hopes and whispered dreams.

Angels dance on the edge of dawn,
In their song, the night is drawn.
Through the heart’s quiet, endless space,
Their love remains, a timeless embrace.