There are places in my dreams where your laughter lingers,
like the last notes of a symphony
fading into a gentle hush.
In those dim-lit hallways of memory,
our conversations whisper softly,
like the caress of a spring breeze.
I trace your name in the sands of time,
each grain a stolen glance,
each wave a heartbeat echoing
our unsung verses.
Do you remember the night
when the stars sang to us?
I stand here waiting,
at the edge of twilight,
where silence meets the infinite,
hoping to hear your voice
in the echoes, once more.
Let the moonlight guide you
to where our shadows dance
in this eternity.
Turn back the clock — listen to the waves