Whisper's At Dusk

The evening hums with golden light, A hush upon the drifting air, Soft petals fold to greet the night, And dreams awaken, pale and rare. Beyond the hills, a silver thread, The river sings a lonesome tune, Beneath the stars, where footfalls tread, I wander lost beneath the moon. The trees bend low to touch my hair, Their voices sigh like restless seas, And in the dark, a ghostly prayer Drifts, weightless, on the autumn air. O love, unseen, yet ever near, Your voice still lingers in the shade— A whisper only I can hear, This shadow love will never fade.