Caught in a rusted breeze, I can’t deny it.
Hollow glow of the streetlight’s gleam,
Shadows dance like a memory’s dream.
With every note, a smoky rhythm plays,
Wandering strings recall those fleeting days.
The night wraps around me like a lover’s sigh,
But the ache in my heart won’t let me lie.
Moonlit whispers echo through the pines,
Lost in the shadows of those old red lines.
A guitar moans in a far-off haze,
As I drift through the fog of forgotten ways.
Time rolls on, but oh, time don’t care,
It leaves us stranded in the midnight air.
The taste of your lips still lingers warm,
In the chill of this rusted, forgotten storm.
With each passing hour, the blues unfurl,
In the smoky glow, I still see your world.
Those wandering strings keep pulling me near,
But the shadows fade, and I drown in the fear.
So I sing my song to a restless night,
In the hollow glow, searching for light.
As the midnight hum starts to fade away,
I know in my heart, I’ll be back someday—
To the echoes of love, in the shadowed tones,
Where the fleeting aches turn into our own.
I'll hold onto the rhythm, though the night feels long,
With each midnight hum, I’ll find where I belong.
Blues
Midnight hum, rusted breeze, hollow glow, shadowed tones, fleeting ache, smoky rhythm, wandering strings