Twilight’s Embrace

Last poems for a while

twilight’s embrace

In shadows cast by twilight's embrace, Sadness lurks, leaving its trace. In whispered sighs and silent tears, It weaves its tale of wistful fears.

A melody of melancholy plays, In the heart's chambers, where sorrow stays. Through whispered echoes of days gone by, It sings its song, a mournful cry.

In the depths of night, it finds its home, Where restless souls begin to roam. In solitude's embrace, it finds its kin, A gentle touch, a solemn hymn.

Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker of light, A beacon of hope in the endless night. For even in sadness, there lies a seed, Of strength and resilience, in times of need.

So let us embrace the tears we shed, For they water the growth of the soul instead. In sadness' embrace, we find our way, To brighter tomorrows, come what may.

fracture forms

In the quiet echoes of a fading dawn, Two souls part ways, a bond undone. Words unspoken, linger in the air, A silent goodbye, a heavy despair.

In the space between heartbeats, a fracture forms, As love's embrace gives way to storms. Tangled memories, like threads unraveled, In the tapestry of time, once so marvelled.

The touch that once ignited flames, Now feels cold, devoid of claims. In the shadow of what used to be, A path diverges, hearts set free.

Yet in the ache of letting go, Seeds of healing begin to grow. For from every end, a new beginning springs, In the broken chords, a melody sings.

So let us bid farewell with grace, Embracing the void, finding solace. For in the parting, there lies a chance, To dance anew, in life's eternal dance.

old haunted

In the hush of midnight's veil, A specter roams, a silent tale. Whispers in the attic's gloom, Echoes of a long-lost room.

A phantom figure, pale and still, Wanders corridors, a lingering chill. In the corners of the mind, it dwells, A memory haunting, like distant bells.

Through walls it glides, ethereal and light, In the dead of night, a ghostly sight. Unseen hands, a gentle caress, A lingering presence, a silent guest.

In the attic's shadows, secrets lie, Whispers of the past, refusing to die. A spirit bound to earthly ties, In echoes of regrets and sighs.

Yet in its haunting, a message rings, Of love and loss, of forgotten things. For in the ghost's eternal roam, Lies a reminder of the heart's true home.

So let us heed the ghost's silent plea, To hold the past, yet set it free. For in its whispers, we find release, In the haunting echoes, a sense of peace.