In the quiet of dawn’s fading breath,
A whisper of time slips through our grasp,
Like silver mist on a moonlit path,
It dances away, as shadows clasp.

Moments fall like autumn leaves,
Golden, fragile, in the breeze,
Each one a dream that never stays,
Slipping away through memory's haze.

The stars, once bright, begin to fade,
Their light dissolving in the...