In the whispers of the fading dusk,
Lies the echo of a life unfulfilled,
Dreams woven in the tapestry of stars,
Now gently unraveling in the night.
Beneath the moon’s tender gaze,
A soul dances on the edge of eternity,
Yearning for a dawn it shall not meet,
Wrapped in the silence of the unspoken.
Memories linger like autumn leaves,
Carried softly by the winds of time,
Each moment a fleeting spark,
Illuminating the shadows of what could be.
In the quiet embrace of the end,
There lies a beauty in the brief,
For in the heart of every fading light,
Resides the promise of eternal dawn.