In the stillness of the twilight hour,
Where shadows dance with fleeting light,
A whisper calls from realms afar,
Guiding souls through endless night.
The winds of grace, they softly sing,
Of paths unseen, yet felt so true,
A gentle hand, a sacred wing,
To lift the heart and spirit too.
In moments hushed, the silence speaks,
Of mysteries beyond the veil,
A journey inward, spirit seeks,
The truths that never fail.
Embrace the whispers, heed the call,
For in their song, the soul is free,
Through sacred winds, we rise and fall,
In the dance of eternity.