In the smoky hum of the midnight haze,
I hear your whispers echo, lost in a daze,
Trembling notes from a distant time,
Resounding through my soul, so darkly sublime.
The shadows dance like ghosts on the wall,
A shadowed soul that remembers it all,
With every weary tone, I feel you near,
But the dusky echoes just amplify my fear.
My heart is a tune that won’t let me be,
Carried by the wind, like a deep, restless sea,
Fading footsteps are stepping away,
Into the twilight, where lost dreams sway.
Underneath the pale light, where the stars fade,
I search for a sign in the plans we made,
The night holds secrets I long to unveil,
But the more I unravel, the more I feel frail.
With every note played, the truth breaks apart,
A melody lingers, yet it feels so far,
Weaving through memories like threads in a loom,
In this smoky hum, I’m lost to my gloom.
So I gather myself in the cold, damp air,
And I speak to the silence, as if it can care,
For your fading footsteps leave ghostly intent,
A reminder of love, forever misspent.
But as dawn draws near, the shadows will change,
The dusky echoes will feel less estranged,
With each weary tone, I’ll let go of the fight,
Finding a way in the fading light.
And though your footsteps may fade from my side,
In the song of the night, my heart will abide,
For in every whisper of echoes up high,
Lies the truth of our love, reaching up to the sky.
Blues
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