Morning breaks on an open street, Golden light where the dreamers meet. Every step hums a gentle tune, Like flowers swaying under June....

Sunlight drifts through the turning leaves,

Falling gold on a breath that believes.

No hands grasp, no voices bind,

Only the wind, and a listening mind....

Neon horizons in the afterglow,

Wheels hum low where the night winds blow.

Silver lines stretch into the dawn,

Every mile a place where the shadows are gone....

Under silver‑washed skies, the city’s asleep,

But our shadows keep talking in promises they keep.

Every breath is a secret, a vow without sound,

Your hand finds my heartbeat, the whole world unwound....

There’s a streetlamp humming in the misty rain

Your shadow’s stretched like a runaway train

I hear your words in the cracks of the night

Soft as the truth when it hides from the light ....

The morning drapes its light across an empty mile

Frost still clings to fences, like a hesitant smile

I hear your voice in echoes down a crooked lane

Telling me the journey is the prize, not the claim ....

In midnight’s quiet hum I hear our secret code

A silver pulse of longing down a thousand miles of road

No paper trail can capture what these currents hold inside

Your whispered “I’m still here” rides the wavelengths of the night....

He walked through silver birch with footprints edged in frost

A lone silhouette beneath the pale aurora sky

His eyes held ancient stories of everything once lost

Yet every whispered secret felt like mine to amplify...

Midnight Music...

First light cracks the sky, a promise on the wind

We chase the fading shadows of the roads we’ve been

Every heartbeat pulses with a question undefined

But hope is at the window, waiting to be kind ....