In the cool of evening’s embrace,
I find your laughter in this crowded space,
Shadows whispering soft regrets,
Echoes of dreams I can’t forget.
The moonlight dances on the empty street,
Where memories linger, bittersweet,
I wander through the paths we knew,
Searching for the spark of you.
Your reflection glimmers in the glass,
A fleeting glimpse of the days that pass,
Like jazz notes drifting on the air,
A haunting sigh that lingers there.
With every step, I chase the past,
But shadows stretch, their hold is vast,
Yet in this silence, I hear the sound,
Of a heart that knows no bounds.
Through the melancholy, there’s a light,
A flicker of hope in the deepening night,
Though dreams may fade like a distant song,
In the echoes of your love, I’ll carry on.
So pour a glass for the nights we shared,
For every moment love declared,
As the stars twinkle in their gentle flight,
I’ll hold your memory, my guiding light.
And as the dawn begins to break,
I’ll find the strength that love can make,
In every heartbeat, I’ll feel you near,
A melody played, forever clear.
Jazz
Melancholy, Dreams, Reflection, Memory, Light