Through Twilight’s dreams, and Dawn\'s first light,
a palpitating pursuit chases after thought;
In shadows, cats with whispering whiskers bridge,
unseen efforts scatter, a flight of starlings.
Memories clutch at slender threads,
of moments missed, words left unspoken;
Cryptic lines weave through winding tales,
of love pursued, curtailed by time.
Paths intertwine but never fully cross,
faint whispers linger, echoing past desires;
In the breach, a wearying chase,
not for lack of trying, but elusive fortune.
Closing days bring dusk\'s tenuous repose,
in shattered hopes and forsaken striving;
we find comfort in their steadfast hold,
not for lack of trying, but of ill return.