In the hush of evening's grace,
Where moonlight drifts and shadows trace,
The soul's echo have embrace,
A whispered truth from the tranquility of space.

It speaks of dreams that softly fade,
Of paths once crossed and choices made,
A song that drifts on midnight's serenade,
And make the deep heart allayed.

It echoes through the hidden fears,
And resonates through the joyful tears,
A reflection of the inner quest appears,
A mirror to the soul compares.

In every beat, it's song persists,
Through moments lost and feeling glists,
A guiding soul that always insists,
To heal the heart's conquest.

As dawn approaches, echoes wane,
Yet in the quiet they remain,
On people's inner body where it contains,
A gentle guide to make it whole and retains.

© Nathan Andrie