In the hush of twilight’s gentle sigh,
Dreams linger softly in the fading light,
Whispers of moments yet to unfold,
In the silent corridors of the night.

Time weaves its tapestry slow and wide,
A dance of shadows on the waiting floor,
Each tick of the clock a hopeful stride,
Toward the dawn we yearn to explore.

Stars flicker with tales of patient grace,
Guiding the heart through a veiled unknown,
In the stillness, we find our solace,
Knowing we’re never truly alone.

So we wait in the arms of time’s embrace,
Hearts aglow with unspoken dreams,
Till the morning sun paints the sky’s face,
And we awaken to life’s gentle streams.