In the twilight, where the shadows play,
The world feels heavy, keeps my heart at bay,
With every strum on these old guitar strings,
I’m lost in a fire, where the yearning sings.
Echoes of laughter dance in the air,
But all that I see are the memories there,
The embers still glowing, but the night's grown cold,
I reach for a warmth that's beyond what I hold.
The moonlight whispers secrets of the night,
While I chase the dreams that slip just out of sight,
Every note I play carries my deep desire,
I’m searching for something that will light this fire.
In the shadows, I wander, caught in this spin,
With every heartbeat, I feel it pulling me in,
The dusk turns to darkness, but the flames don’t fade,
I find myself longing for the love I once made.
But the hourglass trickles, as time’s cruel hand,
Carves the years like rivers through this desolate land,
Still, I’ll keep strumming, through the ache and strife,
For in each mournful chord lies the pulse of my life.
When the last star falls and the night wears thin,
I’ll gather my heart where the world has been,
Though shadows may linger, and the fire may tire,
I’ll carry my lullaby, forever inspired.
Blues
strings, dusk, shadows, yearning, fire