Whispers of Moonlit Dreams

Moonlight drips across the water. Painting ghosts of every thought. I walk the

shore of quiet slumber. Chasing dreams the night forgot. Shadows weave their

silver threads. Around the scars the daylight dreads. I feel the

pulse beneath the reeds. Where lilies learn to bleed. And in the

dark, I hear you call. A whisper floating through it all.

Your voice, a fragile autumn plea. Drowning softly inside me.

Leaves like prayers fall around me. Soft as hands that used to hold.

The river hums its ancient stories. Half in sorrow, half in gold. A distant warmth