Beneath twilight’s glowing hue, A whisper lingers on cooling air, A secrets veiled, perhaps untrue, Or truths corrupted beyond repair. That steady creep of quiet feet, A shadow slips where none should go, Each fleeting sound, heart’s steady beat, Each silence shreiks of what I know. A gaze that shifts, and words that stall, Intent that lurks behind a smile, They conspire? Not one, but all? As doubt consumes, my will beguile. Oh, cruel suspicion, you painted veil, You twist my heart, you cloud blue skies. A fleeting thought, a dark betrayal, That turns my trust to wary eyes. And yet, beneath your binding spell, A question burns with sharpened sting: Is all you whisper truth to tell, Or just cold wind’s imagining?