In the hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,
A father’s shadow fades into the night,
Leaving behind whispers of unspoken grace,
As stars begin their tender, glowing flight.

His footsteps echo softly on the floor,
A melody of love she longs to keep,
Yet, through the open door, he is no more,
And dreams of him drift quietly to sleep.

The moonlight holds her tears with tender care,
A silver promise that he will return,
But in her heart, the ache remains laid bare,
A flame of hope forever left to burn.

She waits beneath the sky’s eternal dome,
For the day his loving arms will enfold,
Until then, in her dreams, he finds his home,
A story of love that never grows old.