In the twilight glow, where shadows meet the light,
I wander down the path that fades into the night,
A hollow voice is calling, whispers in the trees,
In a hidden glade of dreams, carried by the breeze.
With a rambling heart, I chase the fading sun,
Each step a gentle heartbeat, each moment just begun,
The broken compass spins, lost in the soft embrace,
Of a world that's ever-changing, yet I feel it’s place.
Underneath the silver stars, I take a silent journey,
Through the secrets of the night, where the wild things learn me,
The woven chords of silence wrap around my soul,
In this dance of shadows, I find what makes me whole.
The moonlight drips like honey, casting whispers on my face,
Each stone and blade of grass knows the stories of this space,
I breathe in all the magic, let it linger in my chest,
In the hollow of the night, I finally find my rest.
As dawn begins to break, painting gold across the dew,
I know this road I travel, it’s a path both old and new,
With every step I'm learning, with every turn I flow,
Together with the morning light, I carry what I know.
So I’ll treasure these moments, let them ebb and flow,
In the twilight glow, my spirit learns to grow,
With a rambling heart beside me, on this winding road I go,
Forever seeking solace in the whispers and the glow.
Folk
Twilight glow, Hollow voice, Hidden glade, Rambling heart, Broken compass, Silent journey, Woven chords