In the quiet corners of my mind, they dwell,
Faint whispers of days once golden and bright,
Echoes of laughter, stories they tell,
Carved in the silence of the endless night.

Fragments of moments, scattered and free,
Pieces of dreams woven in the past,
Like leaves in the wind, they drift aimlessly,
Holding on to a light that fades too fast.

Yet in the shadows, they softly abide,
Guiding the heart through the passage of years,
A gentle reminder, a faithful guide,
Of love and loss, of joys and tears.

For in these memories, life finds its grace,
A tapestry woven with threads of time,
In every glance, in every embrace,
A timeless dance, a silent rhyme.