In the quiet of the night, where shadows play,
A name whispers softly, in an ancient, gentle sway.
Through the corridors of time, it drifts and weaves,
A tapestry of memories, in the heart it cleaves.
Your name, a melody, in the rustling leaves,
Echoes in the silence, where the soul believes.
It dances with the wind, in a graceful flight,
A beacon in the darkness, a guiding light.
From the depths of history, it emerges anew,
A story untold, with every morning dew.
Carved in the sands of time, it stands tall,
A testament to the spirit, that answers the call.
In dreams, it lingers, a phantom so near,
A name that transcends, beyond every fear.
Whispering echoes, in the heart it stays,
A timeless legacy, through endless days.