Recapture

In the quiet of twilight's embrace,

Where memories dance with gentle grace,

I seek to recapture fleeting dreams,

Lost in time's relentless streams.

Whispers of moments once held dear,

Echo softly, drawing near,

Like fragments of a fading song,

Yearning to be whole, to belong.

In the hush of night's tender sigh,

I reach for stars scattered high,

To recapture the essence, the light,

Of hopes that shimmered, burning bright.

Through the mist of days gone by,

Where shadows and the sunsets lie,

I gather a fragments, piece by piece,

In a timeless quest for sweet release.