A Whisper in the Moonlight

When midnight falls upon the weary land,
And silence holds the earth in ghostly hand,
A whisper drifts where once our vows were sworn—
Soft as the breeze that bends the golden corn.

“Dost thou remember?” echoes in the trees,
Where once we danced beneath the star-kissed breeze.
Thy voice, though gone, still lingers in the air,
Like roses blooming in the cold despair.

O Love! Thou art a fire that does not die,
But hides 'neath ashes, burning on the sly.
Though time may steal thy shadow from my sight,
My heart still hears thy footsteps in the night.

If Heaven wills we meet not here again,
I'll dream of thee — beyond the mortal chain.


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