The Night Fades (Poem)
A slightly melancholic poem about the inexorable passage of time.
When the sun sets and the world grows dim,
And the stars emerge, oh so prim,
The night begins its endless sway,
Slowly dissolving into the dust of time,
And memories of times gone by play.
The moon ascends its silvery throne,
And streetlights flicker, a golden tone,
Suddenly illuminating pathways old,
Stories untold, waiting to be told.
Minutes that slip through your fingers,
Heartbeat that suddenly stops with no warning.
In the stillness of the night’s embrace,
Thoughts of days gone by we trace,
A time when life was oh so sweet,
And worries and cares seemed incomplete.
The cool breeze whispers in our ears,
And memories flood, old joys and tears,
Of moments cherished, now long gone,
Echoes of a life that we once shone.
The rustling leaves, the chirping crickets,
The hooting owls, the distant wickets,
The distant whispers, the sweet darkness,
All speak of life that once had been,
Breathing new life into the big void.
A time when youth and dreams were seen.
A season where everything seemed brighter.
The night wraps us in a warm embrace,
As we wander through time and space,
Nostalgia fills our hearts and minds,
A kaleidoscope of memories that still binds.
The scent of jasmine in the air,
A distant church bell chimes, so rare,
The waves are breaking at the shore.
And in the silence, we hear the past,
Whispers of a love that did not last.
The night carefully brings back long-lost dreams,
A time when life was just a stream,
A carefree world that once had been,
A momentary pause from the life within.
We remember the first kiss, the first dance,
The first time we dared to take a chance,
And in the quiet of the night,
We reminisce, we take a flight.
The night sky is a canvas so vast,
A picture of memories that will last,
A space waiting to be filled with dreams,
A reminder of a world once known,
Of love and life, now overgrown.
So, as the night slowly starts fading into day,
And the stars begin to slip away,
We hold onto the memories of the past,
And hope they’ll forever last,
But everything fades away.
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