In twilight hues of fading light,
Where memories slip through fingers tight,
A mind adrift on restless seas,
Lost in the mists of memories.

Once clear voices, now a blur,
Familiar faces, now unsure,
Time’s cruel hand does softly sweep,
Through realms where silent shadows creep.

Through corridors of time they roam,
Seeking fragments of a home,
Echoes of a life once bright,
Now dimmed beneath dementia’s night.

Yet in the heart, a flicker stays,
A love that time cannot erase,
For though the mind may fade away,
The soul’s true light will find its way.