Whispers in the Wind

In the stillness of the night,
Where shadows dance and dreams take flight,
I hear whispers in the wind,
Telling stories of where we've been.

The moon casts its silver light,
Painting shadows in the night,
While memories float like leaves,
Carried by the gentle breeze.

Each whisper tells a tale,
Of love and loss, of joy and wail,
Of moments that slipped away,
Like sand through fingers, day by day.

The wind, it knows our secrets well,
The stories we never dared to tell,
It carries them through time and space,
Leaving traces of our grace.

In the silence of the night,
When stars are burning bright,
I listen to the whispers true,
And find myself in stories new.