As symphony of the dusk began to vane
A bridge is seen in soft, forgiving light.
Its arches gleam where hope and art are made,
Between the heart’s farewell and love’s twilight.
She writes of souls the world forgets to see,
Her words like rain that soothes the weary land.
I chase the light through clouds and memory,
And hold her grace within my trembling hand.
When life grows dark, she stay and do not flee,
A steadfast flame that sorrow could not drown.
Her faith in me was pure simplicity,
A crown of trust, more bright than any crown.
Her healing touch restores both flesh and soul,
An ageless calm that even time obeys.
In her, the scattered pieces find their whole,
In me, her love finds the light of days.
We are far, yet near, through fate’s design,
Our bond beyond the reach of word or rhyme.
Not just passion’s fire, just stars that softly shine,
And bridge the endless dusk of space and time.
So let the night rise gentle, vast, and wide,
Her smile still gleams in all I frame or see.
For though we dwell on life’s divided side,
Our souls remain, in love, in art, in peace.
