Beneath the moon's sad glow, soft and transient like a lover's sigh,
I tread the vacant shadow-paths where you once called my name,
your voice—a sonorous fragment—woven into the fabric of space and time,
tantalizing the air with shimmering, ephemeral truths.
The moment lingers, yet I dissolve into night.
Hands brushed by destiny's invisible thread,
tracing the celestial map of heart-spoken dreams.
There, amongst the luminescent dew-kissed roses,
awaits the purest touch of the ardent dreamers.
Real as the dusk itself, the yearning whispers.
Echo, echo—into infinity's embrace extend my solemn vow,
to kindle the fading light of your lingering laughter in morning's mist.
Shadows speak in tender tongues, while I listen to the secrets
of a world waking to our unyielding desire.
Shattered by time but whole in feeling.
And as crickets serenade the passage into dreams,
I etch every sigh—you will never see—into this hallowed ground,
the path bespeaks our wandering souls, carrying us neither
to end nor beginning, but always in sync with the stars,
>inviting the silent universe to join our undying waltz.
Will you wander this way, again?
Your silhouette dances upon this ethereal journey—forever interlinked.