Beneath the twilightâs tender glow,
Where dreams and sorrows intertwine,
A melody of dusk does flow,
Through hearts that ache, yet softly pine.
The whispers of the night, so near,
Caress the souls that wander lost,
In labyrinths of bygone years,
Where every joy has met its cost.
The stars, like tears, begin to fall,
As memories of laughter fade,
In silence, shadows stand so tall,
As melancholy’s serenade.
Yet in this somber, quiet dance,
A strength is found, a silent grace,
For through the sorrow, there’s a chance,
To find the light in darkened space.