In the quiet hush of twilight’s breath,
Where shadows weave their gentle song,
A whisper calls from the edge of night,
Guiding souls where they belong.

Beneath the stars’ unending gaze,
Memories dance in moonlit streams,
Echoes of laughter, whispers of tears,
Woven in the tapestry of dreams.

The river of time flows soft and slow,
Carrying whispers of what once was,
Yet in the stillness, a gentle embrace,
Cradles the heart in tender pause.

In the garden of eternal rest,
Where petals fall like whispered sighs,
Love lingers on in the quiet earth,
A gentle balm as the spirit flies.