Embers of the Past

I find myself in the stillness where we often dwell,
Where reason's voice rings clear and bright,
When embers fade and passions quell,
And shadows dance in muted light.

Once, our passion burned like a wildfire's roar,
Consuming all before it, wanting more.
But time's cruel touch has dampened the flames,
Leaving only embers that stir bitter pains.
Embers of the past, blazing once so bright,
Now smolder and fade, casting no light.

In the falling love I find a glimmer still,
A spark that flickers, refusing to be killed.
A testament to the feeling that once we knew,
Though its flame has long since faded to blue.
As the final ember flickers and dies,
I'm left with memories, both painful and wise.

In the quiet shadows where silence weaves,
The echoes of laughter dance on autumn leaves.
Though love may have drifted like clouds in the sky,
Its essence remains, a sweet lullaby.

In every soft whisper, in each tender glance,
Respect lingers softly, like a delicate trance.
A bond that once flourished now gently endures,
In loyalty’s grasp, our hearts find their cures.

For though passion has waned and the fire grown cold,
The warmth of our tenderness is worth more than gold.
With each heartbeat that pulses through time’s gentle stream,
I cherish our journey; it was more than a dream.

So here in my heart, where the shadows may play,
Your spirit will linger with me every day.
Forever I’ll carry this treasure profound -
A tapestry woven with threads tightly bound.