In the mirror of my dreams, your echoes dance,
sweet silhouettes of a bygone chance,
whispering melodies of what once was ours,
a symphony endless 'neath celestial stars.
Reality flickers, a candle's waning flame,
The heart holds your name like a well-worn game,
Repeat the chorus, let it stain my days,
In loops of passion’s fervent haze.
Yesterday's dreams embrace my yearning heart,
circling whispers, never to depart,
like shadows writhing against time’s steady hand,
pulling me closer to a forgotten land.
The aching song we both know too well,
trapped in the corridors where echoes dwell,
listen, listen, it's your voice I hear,
calling me gently, as you draw near.