In the hush of twilight’s tender embrace,
Where shadows whisper secrets to the night,
The light retreats, a fleeting, golden trace,
As stars awaken with their ancient light.
The moon, a sentinel in the sky’s expanse,
Casts silver beams upon the silent earth,
In this eternal, cosmic, mystic dance,
Of darkness giving dawn its gentle birth.
Yet in the heart of every shadowed glade,
A spark of hope, a flicker, soft and bright,
Illuminates the path that dreams have made,
And guides the weary traveler through the night.
For light and dark are bound by nature’s thread,
A woven tapestry of day and eve,
And in their union, life’s true tale is read,
A story of belief in what we weave.