**Time Is a Thief** In the hush of twilight's tender wane, Silent shadows stretch and creep, Soft echoes of the years' refrain, In silence deep, where memories sleep. Threads of days unravel, frail, A tapestry of faded hues, Moments, like dust, awash and pale, Secrets folded in twilight’s muse. Whispers of youth, a fleeting sigh, Lingered echoes of laughter's grace, As seasons pass, we question why Time erases each beloved face. Yet, in the mournful dance of hours, A spark ignites amidst the strife— A flame that blooms in midnight's towers, Defiantly whispering, "I am life." In present breath, the heart reclaims, All stolen days bow to this fire, In the tumult of time's arcane games, The soul rises pure, alight with desire.