Whispers of Time

In the quiet embrace of twilight’s hue,

Where shadows dance and dreams renew,

I wander through fields of whispered lore,

Where tales are spun and legends soar.

Beneath the canopy of stars so bright,

I chase fleeting echoes of ancient light,

Through realms of wonder, where spirits roam,

In the heart’s haven, I find my home.

Where words weave spells of moonlit grace,

And melodies linger in every embrace,

In realms of ink and parchment spun,

I find solace beneath the setting sun.

Oh muse of whispers, guide my pen,

Through labyrinthine paths where stories begin,

In realms unseen, where dreams take flight,

Let my words dance in the gentle night.

Thus, in the quiet hours of night and day,

Where shadows dance and dreams hold sway,

I wander through fields of whispered lore,

Where tales are spun forevermore