In twilight’s mourn, where shadows creep,Your name, a whisper, stirs my sleep.A phantom touch on autumn’s breath,Recalling warmth, defying death. The amber leaves lament the fall,Each golden hue, your spectral call.A song that haunts the naked trees,Your voice entwined with the chill of breeze. Beneath the moon’s unholy glow,A longing roots, it will not go.The… Continue reading Echoes in the Autumn Air