In a smoky haze where shadows dance,
A worn hat whispers of a fleeting chance,
I take slow shuffles down this empty street,
Past the echoes of a world that feels incomplete.
The moon hangs low, casting silver light,
While a lonely whistle calls into the night,
It weaves through alleys, where secrets hide,
With silver strings that pull at the heart inside.
Forgotten melodies in the warmth of Spring,
Each note is a memory, a fragile thing,
The hopes of yesterday linger in the air,
Mixing with the dreams that we both used to share.
I close my eyes, let the music play,
Let the rhythm guide me, just lead the way,
I feel the pulse of the city deep in my veins,
While time drifts like smoke, wrapped in shifting chains.
Every step forward feels like a retreat,
Yet I roam these streets searching for something sweet,
The worn hat tilted, catching glimpses of grace,
While the lonely whistle echoes, haunting my space.
Silver strings pull tighter, I feel it all align,
A connection in chaos, a truth that’s hard to find,
I lift my gaze to the sky, stars shining bright,
In the smoky haze, I reclaim the light.
So let the world spin, let it spin away,
With the stories untold in the games we play,
The melody lingers, like a final embrace,
And I walk on, embracing the space.
As the night gives way to the dawn’s silent grace,
I’ll carry this moment, our own sacred place.
With a worn hat resting, the smoky haze won’t stay,
But the heartbeats remembered will never fade away.
Blues
Worn hat, smoky haze, slow shuffle, lonely whistle, silver strings
Blues
Worn hat, smoky haze, slow shuffle, lonely whistle, silver strings