In whispers of the evening glow,
Where shadows dance and secrets flow,
Lies the magic of the unseen,
A world where dreams have always been.

The stars, they hold a gentle grace,
Guiding hearts to a timeless place,
Where whispers turn to melodies,
And silence holds the deepest seas.

In every word that falls like rain,
Atticus weaves a gentle chain,
Binding souls with threads of light,
In the tapestry of endless night.

The truth of magic softly gleams,
In the quiet of forgotten dreams,
Where wonder never fades away,
And the heart forever learns to stay.