When the world fades low and shadows creep,
Your phantom lingers in the thoughts I keep.
Not a sharp pang of what's denied,
But a gentle echo deep inside.
A silent verse the heart could not compose,
A dance of souls that time would interpose.
No fiery grief, no burning pain,
Just soft remembrance, like the summer rain.
A fleeting touch, a story left untold,
A dream of futures, brave, bright and bold.
Just a soft image, tenderly shining by fading light,
In hues of gray and gold, blurred in sight.
No harsh lament for chances missed,
A melody unfinished, gently kissed.
A gentle presence, precious and so rare.
A whispered secret that the twilight share.
And so you stay, a whisper in the air,
A quiet solace, banishing despair.
No bitter tears for what's no more,
Just peace that settles, to the very core.
