In the quiet of the night, I trace your silhouette,
Shadows dance in whispers, remnants of your breath.
Echoes in the stillness, carrying my dreams,
Solitude’s a river, drifting down these streams.
Yearning for a moment, caught between the stars,
A world that feels so distant, hidden behind bars.
With every flicker of the candle, memories come alive,
Holding onto warmth, in this place I strive.
The frost it bites my fingers, yet I feel you near,
A ghost among the laughter, softening my fear.
Branches bending slowly, under weight of the air,
Each sigh a solemn promise, a truth we wish to share.
Firelight and whispers, where the embers glow,
Coloring the shadows with the love we used to know.
In this breathless solitude, I let the silence speak,
A heart wrapped in your echoes, it’s you that I still seek.
As the dawn draws nearer, chasing stars away,
I’ll hold onto the memories, as night gives in to day.
The frost may line the window, but love can never freeze,
In the warmth of every heartbeat, I’ll find my quiet peace.
So here within this moment, where all the dreams collide,
I walk the path of yearning, with you right by my side.
And though the fire flickers, and the echoes softly fade,
I’ll cherish all the whispers of the love we once made.
Indie
Frost, echoes, solitude, yearning, fire