A MEMORY STIRS

Longing Nostalgia:

In whispers soft, the night descends,
A memory stirs, of love that ends.
A distant light, a fading sigh,
A blush of rose in the aging sky.

The eastern plains, where dreams once played,
Now wear a cloak of hues decayed.
The sun, a ghost of passions past,
Wakes weary eyes, a love that can't last.

No joyous song, just echoes faint,
Of mornings shared, a love's sweet paint.
The world adrift, in misty haze,
Reflects a heart in memory's maze.

A single bloom, a fragile tear,
For love once held, so very dear.
A silent ache, a longing deep,
A heart that grieves, where memories sleep.

So let us greet this mournful dawn,
A fading bloom, a love withdrawn.
With eyes that mist, and spirits low,
We watch the embers of passion glow.