Fading Echo

Through the corridors of time

Sunlit paths whisper names kissed by autumn leaves.
The stars hum a borrowed tune, shadows linger in
tender glances exchanged in twilight's embrace.
Distant shores, echoes of laughter
woven into the fabric of forgotten dreams.

Letters tucked between pages of sepia memories,
every ink stain a heartbeat, every crease a sigh.
Hidden visions in
the dance of candlelight upon aging walls.

A soft echo of your voice, a fading
whisper beneath the silvering moon.
The horizon blushes at the thought
of our uncharted tomorrows.

In the silence, we are infinite

The canvas waits, yearning for
the brush of dreams unspoken,
a silhouette against the dawn.
Eternal echoes resonate
through the fragile tapestry of
moments captured in time's gentle hold.
Caressed by the breeze, the petals
of yesterday's garden spill into
the embrace of the night.