When the smoke dances, curling in the air,
With whispers of longing, it drifts without a care.
I stand at the edge, of a world on fire,
Trembling shadows flicker, igniting my desire.
The horizon glows, a canvas soaked in gold,
Each breath a fragile moment, a story yet untold.
The wildfires roar, but we chase the sparks,
While embers of our memories glow bright in the dark.
With every step forward, I feel the ground shift,
Like a fleeting heartbeat, wrapped in a rift.
We chase what befalls us, beneath a fragile sky,
Holding onto echoes of loves we can't deny.
And when the morning comes with its pale embrace,
We'll dance through the ashes, finding our place.
For every wildfire whispers of beauty intertwined,
In the trembling silence, may our souls unwind.
So take my hand, love, as we wander this way,
Through smoke and through shadows, we'll make our own day.
Together we'll rise, from dreams left behind,
For the horizon awaits, with fate so kind.
As the last light fades, and the stars start to glow,
We'll cherish these moments, in the warmth of our flow.
So let the smoke settle, as we breathe in the night,
In the fragile dawn's promise, our hearts find their light.
Indie
Smoke, trembling, wildfire, horizon, fragile