In the soft glow of twilight’s embrace,We stand on the edge of dreams,Where shadows dance in quiet grace,The world asleep, or so it seems.Stars flicker in the velvet night,A celestial choir singing low,Guiding us with their gentle light,As the winds of anticipation blow.In the stillness, hearts begin to stir,With promises of light reborn,Each moment a sacred whisper,In the silence before the morn.Through the veil of night, we wait,For dawn to paint the skies anew,In patience, love, and gentle faith,We cherish the morning’s first view.