In the shadow of the waning moon,
Where whispers of the night remain,
I find the silence of the stars,
And hear the echoes of my name.
The winds that carry tales untold,
Weave through the branches, old and bare,
Their gentle touch upon my face,
A tender kiss of autumn air.
Among the leaves that softly fall,
A symphony of quiet grace,
I see the dance of time unfold,
As moments vanish without trace.
Yet in this gentle, fading light,
I find a peace that softly sings,
For in the end, the night will come,
Embracing all with gentle wings.