In the quiet hours of twilight’s embrace,
Where shadows stretch as night takes place,
I find echoes of moments gone,
Time, elusive, swiftly drawn.
Days I held, now left behind,
Dreams I chased, hard to find,
Sands of time, they quickly flow,
Leaving hints of what I’ll never know.
What once was within my grasp,
Now a memory, vanished fast,
A fleeting glance, a whispered breeze,
Lost in depths of distant seas.
Yet in the loss, a gift remains,
A gentle pull, a shift in chains,
To cherish now, this present gleam,
And awaken in this living dream.
For time, though lost, has taught me well,
In silence, stories it can tell,
That every second, every breath,
Is life’s embrace, in its own depth.
Though the past may fade away,
I hold the dawn of each new day,
And with each moment, I reclaim,
The time I thought was lost in vain.
