In the quiet dusk, shadows softly blend,
Someone whispers dreams that never end.
The stars lean closer, eager to hear,
Words of longing, hopes that draw near.
Beneath the moon’s gentle, watchful gaze,
Someone paints the night with a lover’s phrase.
Each sigh a song, each breath a rhyme,
Crafting moments outside of time.
The breeze carries tales of a distant land,
Where someone waits with an open hand.
Through the veil of night, hearts take flight,
Embracing whispers in the still of night.
In dreams where echoes softly resound,
Someone’s presence forever is found.
In the silent dance of stars above,
Lives the eternal whisper of love.