In the quiet of forgotten dreams,
Where echoes of laughter fade,
A mind wanders through shadowed streams,
Where memories gently cascade.

A world once bright, now dimmed by haze,
Faces and names softly blur,
In the labyrinth of endless days,
Time’s melody becomes a slur.

Yet within this fading light,
A heart still beats with gentle grace,
Though words may falter, love takes flight,
In the warmth of a tender embrace.

Hold close these moments, fleeting and rare,
For in the silence, whispers remain,
A testament to the bonds we share,
In the journey through joy and pain.