Echoes of Eternal Bliss

 Echoes of Eternal Bliss

 

In twilight’s tender, silent grasp,

Where echoes of old dreams still rasp,

I walk alone through memories’ lane,

A tapestry of joy and pain.

 

Once, love bloomed in the springtime air,

With whispers soft and hearts laid bare.

We danced beneath the moonlit skies,

In the embrace of love’s sweet lies.

 

The world was ours, a fleeting dream,

With laughter flowing like a stream.

Yet time, the weaver of our fate,

Wove threads of joy, then threads of late.

 

Your eyes, once bright, began to fade,

As shadows in our hearts were made.

The warmth we shared turned winter's chill,

A void that love could never fill.

 

Still, in the quiet of the night,

I see your face, a ghostly light.

A bittersweet, enduring flame,

That time itself could never tame.

 

For in those days of yesteryear,

Love’s melody was crystal clear.

Its notes, though distant, linger still,

A haunting song, a heart to thrill.

 

Now, I am but a drifting leaf,

In autumn’s wind, with quiet grief.

Yet even as I mourn what’s lost,

I cherish love, despite its cost.