In the gentle hush of twilight’s embrace,
Whispers of endings softly trace,
Shadows stretch as the day departs,
Cradling dreams within our hearts.

The sky ablaze with colors rare,
A fleeting moment we long to share,
As stars awaken in the night,
Guiding us with their tender light.

Every conclusion holds a spark,
In the darkness, a quiet arc,
Promising beginnings yet to bloom,
Amid the silence of the room.

So let us cherish the fading glow,
For in each ending, we come to know,
That life, in cycles, will renew,
Painting skies with a hopeful hue.