As the amber dusk begins to fall,
I wander on this dusty road,
With memories whispering like a gentle call,
And the weight of days still to unfold.
The crickets’ choir hums a tune so sweet,
Filling the silence with their serenade,
While the shadows dance around my weary feet,
In the twilight glow where dreams are laid.
A tattered shawl drapes across my shoulders,
It speaks of stories, old and worn,
Of love that's weathered, of friends grown colder,
In every stitch, a moment is reborn.
The river's song flows softly near,
Lulling me closer with its lapping tide,
In its embrace, I forget my fear,
Let the current carry what I cannot hide.
So I take a breath and listen close,
To the whispers of the night inviting me,
Each breath a promise, a chance to choose,
Beneath the stars, I am finally free.
And as I walk beneath the twilight haze,
I find my heart beats in perfect rhyme,
On this dusty road, through the amber glaze,
I’ll follow the river song, transcending time.
When morning breaks, I’ll find my way,
But tonight I’ll linger, I will be strong,
With the crickets’ choir to guide my stay,
On this dusty road where I belong.
Folk
Dusty road, amber dusk, crickets’ choir, tattered shawl, river song
Folk
Dusty road, amber dusk, crickets’ choir, tattered shawl, river song