In depths of twilight, embers softly gleam,
Love's distant flame, a flickering, fragile dream.
A yearning hush, a longing undefined,
A silent question in your searching mind.

Does passion slumber, waiting to ignite?
Or is it fading, lost to fading light?
A tender whisper, barely heard it seems,
Love's distant flame, adrift in moonlit streams.

Yet hope persists, a flicker in the night,
For even embers hold a hidden light.