Golden Hour Reverie

The sun bleeds gold, a slow descent upon the fields,
and I stand here, draped in its warmth, lost in remembered yields.
Of a touch, a glance, a whisper carried on the breeze—
fragments of you, lingering amongst these amber trees.
This borrowed jacket, a scent that clings to my skin,
a phantom embrace where your story begins.
The city hums a distant tune, a world away from this grace,
yet within its rhythm, I search for the echo of your face.
We built castles in stolen moments, fragile and bright,
and though they crumbled with dawn, you linger in my light.
A bittersweet ache, a melody low—
a love left unspoken, where shadows softly grow.
I trace the lines of longing on this fading summer day,
knowing some silences hold more than words could say.

Editor: Lyric