As the day slips into evening's thread,
The water glistens bright, and the stars softly spread,
Dust dances gently in the waning light,
Carrying whispers of dreams taking flight.
Down by the river where the wildflowers grow,
I trace the horizon where the warm breezes blow,
With every shadow that flickers and sways,
I find a glimmer of hope in the fading rays.
The sky is ablaze with colors like fire,
Each hue tells a story, ignites my desire,
And I hear the soft murmurs of the night,
Embracing the darkness, the heart's pure delight.
Life moves in cycles, like the ebb of the tide,
With each sunset a promise, a chance to confide,
In the moments of stillness where the spirit feels free,
I cherish the river, the whispers, and me.
So here by the water, where dreams intertwine,
I’ll hold onto the magic, let your hand clasp in mine,
For every shadow that falls might disguise a new start,
In the melody of dusk, let hope be our heart.
As the stars begin to shimmer, and night takes the stage,
We'll breathe in the silence and turn a new page,
In the glow of the twilight, we’ll find what is true,
With love as our lantern, forever anew.
Folk
Sunset, river, dust, whispers, hope