Dole Day Blues

Whispers of the Dusk................. In the quiet hush of fading light, Where shadows stretch and lose their might, The wind whispers secrets old, Stories of silver and ash and gold................. Beneath the vast and velvet sky, Dreams drift softly, wandering by, Echoes of a distant song, Lingering where hearts belong....................... Time wears thin on the edge of night, Moments flicker, flickering bright, Yet in the stillness, something stirs— A gentle voice that softly blurs....................... Hold to the whisper, hold to the breeze, Find in the darkness your moment's ease, For in the dusk’s embrace we see— The quiet grace of eternity................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ Beneath the Northern Sky........................ The wind whispers softly through the ancient trees, Carrying tales from lands beyond the seas, A quiet song of time’s slow dance, A song of hope, of fate, of chance............................. The hills lie shadowed in the evening’s glow, Veiled in mist where memories flow, Silent watchers of the passing years, Guarding secrets, hopes, and tears.............................. In every breath, a story sleeps, In every dawn, a promise keeps, We walk these paths with gentle grace, Bound by the earth, held in its embrace............................... And when the night descends once more, And stars ignite the heavens’ door, We find our place within the sky— A fleeting spark that will not die.............................