Where the dusk meets the earth, my heart takes flight,
In the whispering winds, where day turns to night,
A melody plays just beyond my reach,
Carrying sweet memories that silence can teach.
The trees sway gently, their stories unfold,
In the colors of twilight, rich reds and gold,
Each shadow a memory, each flicker a sigh,
As fireflies dance in the deepening sky.
I wander the pathways where laughter once rang,
Each echo a promise, a soft, tender tang,
The footprints of friendship are etched in the grass,
And the love we once shared, like a song, will last.
With every strum of this old guitar,
I feel a connection that stretches so far,
The earth and my soul, in a harmonious blend,
As the dusk wraps around me, time seems to bend.
So gather ‘round closely, let the stories flow,
Of dreams that we chased, of seeds we did sow,
In the light of the fire, let our voices entwine,
As we weave through the dusk, your heart next to mine.
And when the last note fades into the blue,
Know that every memory will carry us through,
For as long as we wander, together we’ll roam,
In the dusk and the earth, we’ll always find home.
Folk
earth, soul, dusk, melody, memories