In the moonlit haze where the shadows play,
A soft glow lingers, whispering your name,
Caught in a whirlwind, a wistful tune,
Every fleeting moment feels like a lost dream.
Through the silver leaves, I chase the light,
With fading hope that dances in the night,
A silent prayer carried on the breeze,
For a gentle touch, a heart that believes.
The world spins softly, but time moves slow,
Each star above holds a secret we’d know,
Yet in the echoes of what could have been,
I find solace in the spaces between.
In that quiet twilight, where memories blend,
I search for meaning in the paths that we send,
Though shadows may linger, and visions may fade,
Your laughter still haunts me—that bittersweet serenade.
So I gather the dreams that we left behind,
With every heartbeat, I’m tethered, entwined,
In the moonlit haze, where our stories entwine,
I’ll carry you softly until the end of time.
And as dawn awakens, with colors so bright,
I’ll hold on to the whispers that bloom in the night,
For in every heartbeat, in every sigh,
Our tales will endure, in the morning sky.
Indie
Moonlit haze, Soft glow, Wistful tune, Fading hope, Silent prayer, Gentle touch, Lost dream