Moonlit Echoes

In the quiet twilight, where dreams softly tread,

There lies a realm where magic never fled.

A place where echoes of old tales still hum,

Where shadows dance, and starry secrets come.

The loss of what was once so dearly held,

Now woven into myths that time compelled.

A tender spell, cast by the hand of fate,

Where love and sorrow intertwine, create.

Through mists of memory, I see your face,

A phantom glow that nothing can erase.

You were the magic in my world so bright,

Now lost, yet present in the endless night.

The moonlight drapes the earth in silver lace,

As if to soothe the void, to fill the space.

In every tear, a drop of stardust falls,

A trace of you, as midnight softly calls.

Yet in the loss, a strange enchantment grows,

A fragile beauty that the heart well knows.

For in the sorrow, something else is born,

A whispered strength that greets the break of dawn.

And though you’ve gone beyond where I can see,

Your magic lives, it still resides in me.

A spark that flickers when the night is long,

A gentle tune within a mournful song.

Postscript:

The magic of those we lose lingers, becoming part of the stories we tell and the strength we find within ourselves, as love and loss weave together a new kind of enchantment.