In the gentle hum of evening’s embrace,
Lies whispers of days that softly trace,
Echoes of laughter, moments so bright,
Dancing in shadows, cloaked in twilight.

Golden hues of autumn leaves fall,
Carrying stories, answering the call,
Of youthful dreams and skies so wide,
Where time was endless, with nothing to hide.

Beneath the stars, we wove our tales,
In secret gardens, where time never pales,
Each memory a ripple on the pond of time,
Singing a melody, a forgotten rhyme.

Now in the silence, they softly gleam,
Fading like footprints in a distant dream,
Yet in my heart, they forever reside,
Guiding me gently, like a faithful tide.