In the Heart's Silence
In the heart’s silence, beneath the amber skies,
Where whispers of autumn softly lie,
The golden hues of forgotten times,
Paint our dreams in the vast, eternal sigh.
Here, in the quietude of falling leaves,
The world speaks in colors, bold and true,
Each one a verse, a memory conceived,
In the heart’s silence, where life renews.
As the chill of winter starts to weave
Its frosty tendrils through the air,
Within the heart’s silence, we believe,
In the warmth of moments we share.
So, let us walk this path, serene,
Where change and constancy entwine,
Embracing each scene, unseen,
In the heart’s silence, where endings intertwine.
And when the final leaf does fall,
Marking summer’s last, sweet breath,
In the heart’s silence, we’ll recall,
The beauty found in every death.