In the quiet hush of twilight's breath,
I wandered through the shadows of my mind,
Where echoes lingered of a love now lost,
A dream unfurled, both tender and unkind.

I found her there, beneath a willow's weep,
Her laughter woven in the rustling leaves,
A gentle spirit, cradled in the deep,
Where time stood still, and memory believes.

Her hands, like petals, brushed against my face,
A warmth that whispered secrets of the past,
In that ethereal, sacred, timeless space,
I felt her presence, love's embrace held fast.

Yet in the dream, a veil of sorrow hung,
A shadow...