The Hour of Returning – #DarkPoetry

When twilight bends the edge of sky,
And whispers brush the pane,
The lost slip through where shadows lie,
To breathe their names again.

Their voices stir the crystal flame,
Through candlelight they yearn,
No death, no dusk, can silence claim—
All spirits must return.

So lift the glass, let embers gleam,
They wake within the shimmered dream.

~ Morgan C. Morgan
Writer of light, shadow, and the stories between.

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