As the day fades into twilight’s embrace,
The sky whispers secrets in hues of grace.
Stars begin to twinkle, a silent serenade,
Painting dreams where night and day parade.
The moon, a guardian of the nocturnal tale,
Watches over the world, serene and pale.
Shadows dance under its silver light,
Embracing the stillness of the night.
In the quiet, hearts find their peace,
Lost in moments where worries cease.
Each breath a prayer, a silent song,
In the twilight where souls belong.
Dawn will break, bringing colors anew,
Yet the whispers of twilight remain true.
A reminder that in the darkest hour,
Beauty and dreams hold the greatest power.