Twilight

When day exhales its golden breath, And dusk begins her gentle dance, The sun slips low, a fiery thread Unraveling the sky's last chance. Between the hush of light and dark, The world holds still, in reverie, A moment cast in purple spark— A whisper caught mid-mystery. The trees are shadows, tall and wise, The stars yet shy behind the veil, While lovers walk with quiet sighs And dreams set sail without a sail. It is a time the heart recalls Some long-lost song, a faded call, Where silence speaks, and evening falls— Not loud, but deep… and over all.