In the golden hour, shadows play,
As the shimmering light begins to sway.
Eyes lost in thought, where the memories drift,
Gathering moments like forgotten gifts.
Underneath the open sky, dreams collide,
With a wistful gaze, where hopes reside.
Fading footsteps echo on this old cobblestone,
Mapping the journey that we've walked alone.
And the world spins slow, wrapped in twilight's embrace,
Each heartbeat sings a dreamer’s song in this space.
With every breath, we're chasing silhouettes,
In the warmth of dusk, where the sun never forgets.
Broken lullabies hum in the air,
Tracing the outlines of what we declare.
Through whispers and wishes that linger behind,
In the alleys of time, we’re entwined, intertwined.
As the stars emerge, like whispers in night,
We’ll dance with our shadows, find solace in flight.
With every tender glance, and the light of the moon,
Life is just a dream; it will end far too soon.
In the golden hour, let our spirits take flight,
In this fleeting moment, let’s hold on tight.
For as the day fades, and the dusk starts to glow,
We'll find our way home, where the heartstrings will show.
So here in this stillness, hearts beating as one,
As the shimmering light brings another day done,
Let the whispers of the night softly guide us along,
In the echoes of twilight, we’ll sing our last song.
Indie
Golden hour, Shimmering light, Wistful gaze, Open sky, Fading footsteps, Lost in thought, Dreamer's song
Indie
Golden hour, Shimmering light, Wistful gaze, Open sky, Fading footsteps, Lost in thought, Dreamer's song