In the gentle breeze of twilight’s embrace,
Where shadows dance and stars find their place,
There lies a whisper, soft as a dove,
The timeless echo of a poet’s love.

Walt’s words, like leaves in autumn’s flight,
Speak of passion in the fading light,
In every verse, a heart laid bare,
A testament to love’s tender care.

Beneath the moon’s watchful, silvery glow,
His spirit wanders where the wildflowers grow,
Embracing the world in an endless song,
A melody of love, where souls belong.

So let us listen to the winds that sigh,
In each tender breath, hear love’s reply,
For in Whitman’s words, forever shall we find,
The eternal bond of heart and mind.