In a restless dream where shadows play,
I wander through the echoes of yesterday,
Time unwinds, a silent stream,
Carrying whispers of all that we’ve seen.
The pulse of the night calls out my name,
A memory tethered, a flickering flame,
I chase the lost moments, fleeting and rare,
Through the corners of doubt, in the cool evening air.
Underneath the canvas where colors blend,
Fragments of stories that never quite mend,
Each step on the road tells a tale of its own,
A search for the pieces that make us feel whole.
As I drift through the dark, searching for light,
I unravel the threads of the stars in the night,
With every heartbeat, a silent refrain,
The rhythm of life in the midst of the rain.
And I know that we’re more than just time left behind,
With every horizon, new pathways we find,
Though forgotten, like dreams that no longer reside,
We’re the pulse in the silence, the truth we can’t hide.
So let’s dance on the edges where shadows dissolve,
In the spaces between where the questions evolve,
With a heart wide open, ready to soar,
We’ll drift into futures worth waiting for.
As the dawn breaks gently, a promise unfurls,
In the warmth of the morning, we’ll embrace the world,
Holding onto the moments, refusing to part,
In the drift of forever, you’ll always be my heart.
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Drift, forgotten, time, pulse, horizon