Echoes of silence, a canvas bare, Awaiting whispers on the twilight air.

Brushstrokes of longing, a yearning deep, For solace found in secrets hearts keep.

Moonlight dances, a silver thread, Through tangled thoughts where dreams are bred.

Each teardrop glistens, a fragile gem, Reflecting starlight’s diadem.

Inhale the hush, where shadows bend, And whispered wishes softly ascend.

Exhale the doubt, let worries cease, Embrace the solace, find inner peace.

For in the stillness, voices rise, A symphony of souls that never dies.

And in the darkness, beauty gleams, A tapestry woven in moonlit dreams.

So close your eyes, and let it be, A sanctuary where you are free.

In the hush of night, your spirit takes flight, Bathed in the glow of pure, eternal light.

~ Meet