Allusive Echoes

Echoes from the times passing away, time-to-time igniting the hope, one thinks is lost.

Within the hush of twilight deep,
Where whispered thoughts in silence creep,
Unuttered words, adrift, remain,
A wistful trace of joy and pain.

They circle round the restless mind,
Like phantoms lost in time confined,
Entwining fate with veiled despair,
Yet lingering soft upon the air.

Oh, countless phrases left unsaid,
Unwoven threads in silver spread,
Reflections dim of hope and ache,
The fleeting dreams we fail to wake.

Perchance, the echoes call in vain,
Yet still they dance, a hushed refrain,
Through midnight’s veil, their voices chime,
A whisper weaved in space and time.

Of triumph’s thrill, of trembling hands,
Of love’s embrace and fate’s demands,
Of fleeting moments, bold yet brief,
Now carved in echoes laced with grief.

Yet in their breath, a promise glows,
Where bygone murmurs softly flow,
For every echo lost in past,
Bears light to dreams that shine at last.