In the hush of twilight’s gentle song,
Where shadows dance and linger long,
We find the echoes of the past,
In whispered winds that gently cast.
The final notes of dayâs embrace,
Leave traces in the silent space,
Where dreams once bloomed in vibrant hues,
Now rest beneath the eveningâs dews.
Yet in this quiet, endings weave,
A tapestry of what we leave,
In every pause, a new refrain,
The promise of the dawn’s soft gain.
So let us cherish what we hold,
In stories that the night has told,
For every end, a door ajar,
To worlds beyond the evening star.