In the embrace of twilight’s gentle hues,
The path unwinds beneath the whispered trees.
Steps echo softly, where the heart pursues,
A dream of home carried on the breeze.

Memories dance like shadows in the night,
Familiar scents awaken dormant dreams.
Each corner holds a story, pure and bright,
A tapestry of time, sewn at the seams.

The door creaks open, welcoming embrace,
Warmth spills forth like sunlight through the pane.
In every room, a trace of love’s sweet grace,
A sanctuary found in joy and pain.

Here lies the essence of a soul at rest,
In the quiet hum of life’s gentle song.
Home is where the heart beats in its chest,
A timeless bond where spirits do belong.