In the quiet of the night where shadows softly fall,
A gentle whisper calls, a voice beyond the wall.
It speaks of journeys old, where time does not confine,
A realm where stars unfold, and eternities entwine.

The leaves in whispered sighs, dance beneath the moon,
As the river of time flows, an ancient, silent tune.
For in the hush of dusk, where dreams begin to soar,
The spirit finds its wings, and darkness is no more.

Beneath the starlit sky, where memories softly gleam,
The heart recalls the past, as if it were a dream.
Yet, in the gentle night, there lies a sweet refrain,
A promise of the dawn, where light will rise again.

So fear not, gentle soul, as shadows softly blend,
For in the arms of night, you find a faithful friend.
Embrace the whisper’s call, let go of earthly ties,
And soar into the light, where eternity lies.