In the quiet of the night, memories softly whisper,
Echoes of laughter and tears, of moments that linger.
Shadows of yesteryears paint the canvas of my mind,
As I journey through the corridors of time.

The scent of rain on summer days, the warmth of a lover’s embrace,
These fragments of the past, they leave a tender trace.
In the silence, I hear their call, a symphony so sweet,
Of dreams that once were, of hearts that used to beat.

Time moves forward, yet these memories remain,
A testament to joy, to sorrow, to pain.
They shape who we are, in ways so profound,
In the labyrinth of the soul, their essence is found.

So as I close my eyes and drift into sleep,
These memories I hold, forever to keep.
In the fabric of life, they’re woven so tight,
Memories that whisper in the night.