In the stillness of the twilight hours,
Where shadows stretch and sigh,
The whispers of forgotten dreams
Drift softly through the sky.

Beneath the moon’s gentle embrace,
A heart feels every ache,
Each memory a tender trace
Of smiles that slowly break.

The stars that dot the velvet night
Reflect a lonesome plea,
For solace in the endless flight
Of time’s relentless sea.

Yet in this melancholy haze,
A fragile hope does gleam,
That dawn will bring brighter days,
And mend the broken dream.