Golden rays hold their breath,
Whisper secrets through the painted glass.
In this space where shadows rest,
I float between what’s gone and what still lasts.
Corners catch the fading light,
Turning echoes into misty night.
Cracks in the floor weave a silent thread,
Stories forgotten, yet softly said.
Soft glow where the darkness lay,
Washes old scars in a silver sway.
In these slipping hours, I drift away,
Where the hidden heart finds a place to stay.
Memories swim as the sky bleeds low,
In this room where distant dreams still glow.
Amber ghosts brush against the floor,
Lost in a warmth I can’t ignore.
Outside blurs, gold fades to blue,
In this room, I’m only what feels true.
Every ray peels back the night,
Soft hands tracing wounds in quiet light.
Forgotten whispers fill the air,
Reflections linger in the amber flare.
Drifting through colors that kiss and fade,
I find solace in the shifting shade.
This gentle thief, a shadowed sigh,
Steals the noise, leaves only sky.
Soft glow where the darkness lay,
Washes old scars in a silver sway.
In these slipping hours, I drift away,
Where the hidden heart finds a place to stay.
Memories swim as the sky bleeds low,
In this room where distant dreams still glow.
Amber ghosts brush against the floor,
Lost in a warmth I can’t ignore.
Outside blurs, gold fades to blue,
In this room, I’m only what feels true.
Golden shadows dance on skin,
Holding echoes where time has been.
In twilight's breath, I lose my name,
Wrapped in colors that forget the same.