In twilight’s gentle whisper, shadows fall,
The dance of time, an endless hall,
Each step we take, a fleeting trace,
In the grand design, we find our place.

Mortality’s veil, so thin, so frail,
A fragile thread in the cosmic tale,
Our hearts beat in a fleeting fire,
With dreams that soar, then soon expire.

The stars above, they watch and gleam,
As we navigate this transient dream,
In life’s embrace, we love, we break,
And in the end, a new dawn we wake.

Though shadows loom and dusk may call,
The spirit’s light transcends it all,
For in the cycle of night and day,
Eternity whispers, we find our way.