In the whisper of the evening breeze,
I find echoes of forgotten dreams,
Paths once traveled in silent reverie,
Where time gently weaves its seams.

The sky blushes with the setting sun,
As shadows dance upon the lane,
Familiar scents in the air do run,
Stirring memories both sweet and plain.

Each step a rhythm of tender grace,
Leading me to doors once closed,
In every corner a comforting embrace,
Where love’s eternal light is posed.

Home, where the heart finds its peace,
In walls that cradle every sigh,
A sanctuary where all worries cease,
Beneath the ever-watchful sky.