Beneath the twilight’s burnished golden net,

The air is thick with whispers, unseen threads

That weave the night into a tender loom,

Where fate might stitch two souls into one cloth.

I wandered here as driftwood on a tide,

Unmoored, untethered, tossed by waves of time.

Yet now, your presence feels a steady shore—

A lighthouse casting light through endless dark.

Your voice, a silver current in the deep,

Moves through me, stirring echoes long asleep.

Each glance, a key, unlocking ancient doors,

Revealing rooms I never thought I’d find.

The stars above seem closer now, more bright,

As though they’ve bent to watch this fleeting spark.

Is this the fire that forges something vast,

Or just a fleeting ember, lost to night?

I taste infinity within your gaze,

A boundless sky behind a fleeting storm.

Your song hums, a song the moon might sing

To comfort restless seas beneath her glow.

If you are dream, then let me never wake;

If you are flame, then burn me into ash.

For in this moment, time and space dissolve—

And all that’s left is everything we are.