In the cradle of the twilight, where the shadows start to dance,
I hear whispers of a story wrapped in forgotten romance.
The world tilts on its axis, shifting softly with the breeze,
And in the air, I find a melody, floating through the trees.
With a silent drift, I wander through the echoes of the past,
Each note a frozen tear drop, in a world that's made to last.
The frost has kissed the petals, and the night is draped in dreams,
Where every glance is painted with the glow of moonlit beams.
But as I gaze beyond the whispers, to the edges of our fate,
I see a golden pulse beating, urging us to navigate.
Through the labyrinth of questions, through the maze of silent sighs,
We’ll trace the lines of starlight that connect our hollow skies.
Let the wind carry our secrets, let the rivers flow with time,
We’re bound by threads of laughter, woven in a silent rhyme.
In the dusk where hope ignites, we’ll dance upon the frozen ground,
Every step a promise, every heartbeat, a profound sound.
As the sapphire horizon beckons, with its hues of dusk and dawn,
We’ll face the vast expanse together, where the fears of night are drawn.
So take my hand, let’s chase horizons, let’s forge our tale so bold,
In the warmth of golden pulses, as the frosted song unfolds.
And when the morning whispers softly, in the blush of light anew,
We’ll find our way together, as all dreams are meant to do.
With a sigh, we’ll seal our moments, in the tapestry we stitch,
Though the sky may seem so hollow, our hearts will find their pitch.
In the story of our journey, may we write a love so true,
As we step beyond the silence, with a horizon made for two.
Indie
Sapphire Horizon, Silent Drift, Frosted Song, Golden Pulse, Hollow Sky
Indie
Sapphire Horizon, Silent Drift, Frosted Song, Golden Pulse, Hollow Sky