In the gentle hush of evening’s grace,
Where whispers dwell in silken light,
He walks through dreams with tranquil pace,
A silhouette against the night.
His voice, a melody of stars,
Caressing skies with tender song,
Guiding hearts through distant spars,
To where the soul feels it belongs.
In every shadowed, moonlit place,
His spirit weaves through time and space,
A presence felt but never seen,
In realms where memories convene.
He lingers softly in the breeze,
A gentle echo in the trees,
In quiet moments, there he’ll stay,
A timeless guide along the way.