In the quiet hush of twilight’s grace,
Words whisper secrets to the night,
Like shadows in a moonlit place,
They paint the darkness with their light.

Verses dance on the edge of dreams,
Weaving tales of love and sorrow,
Each line a thread in life’s great seams,
Binding today with tomorrow.

The poet’s heart, a boundless sea,
Where thoughts and feelings intertwine,
In the rhythm of the waves, we see,
The endless quest for the divine.

With every stroke of pen to page,
A universe of meaning thrives,
In poetry’s eternal stage,
The soul of every reader thrives.