Echoes

Beneath the stars, where whispers play,
in shadows’ grace, I lose my way.

In depths of blue and shades of green,
where shadows linger, yet unseen,
a dance of colors, wild and free,
reflects our souls’ deep symphony.

No meeting is by chance, they say,
each soul we touch along our way,
brings changes that we cannot see,
shaping who we’re meant to be.

In echoes of a time once dear,
conversations lost, yet clear.
In whispers soft, the silence stays,
within my heart, a quiet maze.

The silence speaks in shadows’ play,
of dreams that softly drift away.
Yet still, I wander through the night,
in search of something out of sight.

At night, I dream in silent rhyme,
of echoes lingering through time.