In the quiet chambers of the heart,
Where shadows of yesterday gently lie,
Memories weave their silent art,
Like stars that illuminate the midnight sky.

Each moment a whisper, soft and clear,
Carried by the winds of forgotten dreams,
They paint the past with hues so dear,
In the river of time, they flow like streams.

Faces and places, caught in the mind’s embrace,
Dance in the glow of the fading light,
A tapestry of joy and sorrow interlace,
In the silent corners of the endless night.

Yet in these echoes, hope finds its place,
Through the corridors of what once was,
Memories bring solace, a gentle grace,
In their gentle hold, the heart never does pause.