In the echo of silent words,
We drift through tangled dreams,
Searching for a touch of clarity,
In the labyrinth of “us” it seems.
Your eyes hold stories untold,
Yet the distance grows each day,
We wander through this shadowed path,
With hearts that slowly fray.
The whispers of forgotten love,
Haunt the corridors of night,
Where once we danced through endless skies,
Now lost in fading light.
Still, I trace the lines of hope,
Upon this fragile heart,
Yearning for the dawn to break,
And guide us from the dark.