In the dusk of the field, where the wildflowers grow,
There lingers a shadow, soft whispers below,
Every blade of grass speaks of tales untold,
In the arms of the evening, our dreams unfold.
We walked hand in hand, through the soft golden haze,
With laughter like rivers, we danced in the maze,
The sun dipped gently, painting skies with our youth,
The warmth of those moments, a beautiful truth.
As the stars peeked out, like eyes from the past,
Each twinkle a memory, a moment to last,
And though time may fade, leaving echoes behind,
In the heart of the twilight, our hopes intertwined.
The night wraps around us, a blanket so dear,
The silence a comfort, your voice I still hear,
Through the corridors of time, where shadows may creep,
There's a light that will guide me, a promise to keep.
So when dusk falls again, and we’re worlds apart,
I’ll carry the whispers, the dreams in my heart,
Though the years may have changed us, one truth will remain,
In the field of my memory, love conquers the pain.
As the stars start to shimmer and the fireflies roam,
Know this is your place, forever my home,
For in the dusk of the field, where our laughter was sown,
I’ll cherish each moment, for you are my own.
Folk
Field, dusk, shadow, hope, memory