Ephemeral Lights

In the whispered shade of morning's gentle breath, where stars linger fleetingly, I found it—an echo of your laughter, weaving through the endless canvas of night.

Under the neon glow, hearts dance, suspended in time. Each flicker, a memory. Each shadow, a sigh. I reach for a constellation made of your dreams, unraveling in the velvet sky.

Through the labyrinth of dusk, tethered by silver threads, I wander. The moon hums a forgotten tune, a serenade for souls adrift, searching for solace in the void’s embrace.

As dawn blushes the horizon, the lights fade like whispered promises, ephemeral yet eternal. We remain, two silhouettes against an ocean of luminescence, bathed in the afterglow of stars.