I am but a wisp amid the lunar glow,
tethered to echoes of forgotten chants.
Each night, the silver orb beckons,
illuminating paths I dare not tread alone.
Shadows linger longer in her embrace,
whispering secrets of time-worn sorrows.
In the silence, I hear their mourning songs,
harmonies of lost voices entwined with twilight.
Do you remember the autumn wind,
pressing against your fragile form?
Or the perfume of old violets,
scattered by hands not your own?
Clutching the fringes of these dreams,
I wander through spectral landscapes,
where every step reverberates with the past.
Will you join me in this solitary dance,
beneath the pale watch of Luna?