Elegy of the Evening Stars

When dusk lays down its velvet robe upon the day,
And evening stars in solemn beauty start to sway,
Each light a whisper of the tales too soft to say,
An ode to night's embrace, and sun's quiet decay.

These celestial sentinels, in silence, commune,
Bearing witness to the transitions of the moon.
Their ancient glow, a balm to hearts that swoon,
Guiding weary souls by the grace of their tune.

In their light, I find the threads of love once spun,
Memories dancing like shadows, undone.
The evening stars, a tapestry beautifully strung,
Illuminating losses and victories won.

Under their watch, reflections come alive,
Stirring the depths where our true selves thrive.
In the celestial realm, our dreams contrive,
With the stars as muses, we dare to dive.

So here, beneath the vast, starlit dome,
I pen this ode to the night, our ancestral home.
A testament to the journey far we've roamed,
And to the evening stars, by which we're known.