In silent depths the shadows whisper,
Their voice a caress, a bane of echoes,
Drowning forgotten laughter in ripples of twilight.
Gravity wells weep silently, casting
The last threads of crimson dusk.
Amongst the dying stars I hear your song,
A melody wrapped in silver mist,
Floating beyond the touch of walking dreams.
Beneath layers of forgotten love,
The melody reverberates, never done.
Souls tethered to the forlorn past,
Glimmer from unseen depths,
Each echo a flicker in the ocean abyss.
Pull me down, reach out, touch
The gravity of your song, its bane in echo.