In shadows where nostalgia sleeps, A restless heart its promise keeps, Though time has spun its silent thread, Echoes linger of what’s been said. A dance upon the edge of night, For dreams that flicker out of sight, A yearning hand yet finds its way, Where rebels roam and children play. The past a whisper, bold and fleet, A rhythm lost, yet none too sweet, Old tunes that beat beneath the skin, Reignite the fire deep within. So let the moments rise and fall, In quiet spaces, hear the call, Against the grain, a spirit true, In subtle ways, it dares anew.