In the quiet dusk where shadows play,
The sun dips low, ending the day,
A gentle sigh from whispered leaves,
Marks the time when the heart believes.
The stars emerge in silent grace,
Guiding us through time and space,
Each twinkle tells a tale of past,
Of journeys ended, memories cast.
The moon above, in silver hue,
Reflects the journey we once knew,
In endings, we find tender peace,
A soft embrace, a sweet release.
As night enfolds in velvet dreams,
We find our place in starlit streams,
For endings are but new beginnings,
In the cycle of life, ever-spinning.