kein Reim

In the hush of twilight, a gentile breeze

whispers names like secrets in the trees

mine, a murmur lost in the night,

a fleeting echo, out of sight.

A melody drifts through the dark

soft and sweet, it leaves a mark

Yet my name fades, a shadowed sound

wandering where lost things are found.

In a world where dreams are spun from thread

we wander paths where few have tread

two souls spun by fate‘s own hand

In a tale no rhyme could ever command.

No perfect rhyme to bind us tight,

yet in this darkness, we find a light.

And in the silence, as shadows kiss,

Your Name – the one I can‘t resist.

In the stillness where dreams persist,

in the stillness where shadows twist,

I whisper your name amidst the mist…

…Luis