In twilight’s embrace, where shadows play,
Dreams of hope in whispered sway,
A dance of stars in night’s embrace,
Yeats’ words, a guiding grace.

Through endless fields, where wildflowers bloom,
A poet’s heart finds light in gloom,
The whispers of a distant shore,
Promise of dawn, forevermore.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver veil,
Quiet hopes begin to sail,
On winds of change, they gently glide,
To shores where love and dreams abide.

So hold Yeats’ hope within your heart,
Let not despair tear dreams apart,
For in the quiet of the night,
Hope’s whisper is a guiding light.