MIND DRIFTS

In shadows cast, light softly plays,
Lost within a labyrinthine haze,
Mind adrift on zephyrs' gentle sigh,
In verdant vistas where dreams fly.

Dark days hunger for colors bright,
Tracing lines that hold summer's light,
Succumbing to the warmth it conveys,
In the embrace of its golden rays.

Monuments of melancholy stand,
Alone amidst the fading land,
Street lamps flicker in pink-hued glow,
Through dry leaves, whispers of woe.

Past majesty in shadows mourns,
As darkness swallows, silence adorns,
In the fusion of light and shade's embrace,
Life whispers softly in resilient gr