Tag: Poems and Lyrics

In stories woven, in dreams fulfilled,

In golden woods where time stands still,

Am I the echo of the thrush’s call,

Or the silent watcher of leaves that fall?

Do I charm the fish in the babbling brook,

Or inspire the tales in the poet’s book?

Do I guide the arc of the falcon’s flight,

Or shroud the hills in the veil of night?

Do I whisper secrets to the moon’s soft glow,

Or plant the seeds where wildflowers grow?

Ah, merry one, in heart and soul,

In every role you play the whole.

As thrush’s call, as leaves that fall,

In golden woods, you are it all.

You charm the fish, inspire the verse,

In nature’s chorus, you rehearse.

As falcon’s flight, as hills at night,

In every sight, you are the light.

You whisper secrets to the moon:

Your spirit’s song, the timeless tune.

In seed and bloom, in light and shadow’s play,

You are the dawn, the dusk, the sun’s last ray.

In woven tales, in silence still,

You are the dance, my dear, upon the hill.

I mimicked for my own delight, the haunting whispers of the night,

Laughing softly to myself, I played the part of ghostly stealth.

And, as my amusement carried, echoes turned more varied, harried,

Echoes which I did not cast, whispered from the spectral past;

Hints of a life now long outlasted, words from lips of souls departed.

With curious brow and deathly heart, I ventured towards the phantom art;

The chilling whispers, cold and strange, seemed to tell a tale of change.

Of a man once full of pride, whose voice echoed far and wide,

A playful man, lost to time, whose spirit now in limbo climbs,

Who mimicked ghosts for his delight, but joined them in eternal night.

“I am no ghost,” I chuckled low, as my own voice began to echo;

Yet a strange unease did grow, as my reflection failed to show.

In mirrors hung on faded walls, where once my form stood proud and tall,

No image stared back at me, from the reflective glass, empty;

This jest, it seemed, had turned quite real, a truth I could no longer feel.

The echoes, whispers, cries, were not mere pranks to my surprise,

But echoes of a time passed on, when life was there, now is gone.

In playful jest and merry trick, to the ghostly realm, I had slipped—

I, who laughed in ghostly guise, was now a phantom in human eyes,

In spectral form, forever to roam, within the mansion, my eternal home.

Hush, my sweet angel, close your eyes so tight,

I am here beside you, in the tender night.

Though I may not be there to dry the tears for you,

Know that my love will always be with you.

In dreams, my darling, we’ll wander hand in hand,

Through magical realms, across a starlit land.

So hush now, my darling, and drift into the night—

Know that you are cherished, bathed in love’s pure light.