Threads of Forgotten Dreams

Beneath the stars, where whispers stray, The threads of dreams lie soft and torn, In twilight's grasp, they fade away, Yet linger still, their echoes worn. Once vivid hues, now dimmed and gray, They weave through time, a fleeting glow, Lost melodies of yesterday, In silken whispers, come and go. Oh, gentle threads, though shadows claim, Your silent song still softly gleams, A tapestry of love and flame, Woven deep in forgotten dreams.