#ShadowsAndSilence

[kikinoir777]

Whispers in the Twilight

In twilight's quiet, where shadows shift, The moon and night speak softly, adrift, Their voices blend, stripped of disguise, A simple truth beneath the skies.

The moon, a fragile, knowing light, Hides in darkness, confesses its fright, Of dreams that crumble, fears laid bare, The night listens on, an endless stare.

The stars, distant but always near, Blink with patience, as they hear, Their glimmer not hope, but a tired gaze, Reflecting stories that mark our days.

In the dark, no grandeur, no thrill, Just honesty that sits, stark and still, Of love that faded, lives left behind, The truths we bury, too scared to find.

The wind moves gently, a witness too, Carrying whispers of what’s real, what’s true, Through quiet woods, past weary minds, Their secrets unguarded, left to unwind.

In this simple, raw exchange, The moon and night speak without change, Not mystic, nor sacred, just scars revealed, In twilight's breath, we face what’s real.

So let us listen, without defense, To these whispers, both broken and dense, For in their honesty, perhaps we’ll find, Our own shadows, no longer confined.