In twilight’s gentle, whispered call,
The sky dons its purple robe,
A canvas where dreams softly fall,
And time begins to probe.

Beneath the velvet evening’s grace,
Shadows weave their silent song,
While stars in purple’s warm embrace,
Sing of nights that linger long.

The lilac breeze, a tender sigh,
Caresses fields of lavender,
As whispers of the night draw nigh,
In purple’s gentle splendor.

In every hue, a story spun,
From dusk till dawn’s awakening,
In purple’s arms, we find the sun,
And dreams forever taking wing.