In the hush of dawn’s early light,
Time whispers secrets to the stars,
A river flowing, relentless and bright,
Tracing the echoes of our scars.

Moments dance in a fleeting waltz,
Each step a shadow, a fleeting glance,
Through the corridors where silence halts,
Leaving dreams in a timeless trance.

The hourglass spills its golden sand,
Marking paths we dare not retrace,
Yet hope blooms in each grain’s land,
A testament to time’s gentle grace.

In the twilight’s tender glow,
We find solace in its embrace,
For in the heart of time’s flow,
Lives a story in every space.