Echoes of Indian Summer of Our Love

Golden autumn, I've never known
Such joy as that early autumn morn.
We walked upon a valley,
Not unlike anything somewhere.
It was the very beginning of autumn,
Yet the sun did gleam.
A season found but in Russia's realm.
'Indian summer' they call it there,
But it was ours, ours to share.

I'm far from that morn, yet it seems near.
I think of you, my heart still dear.
Where are you now, what do you do?
Do I still linger in your view?

Whither thou wilt, when thou wilt, we'll roam
In our memories, where love is kept.
Life's tapestry, like that autumn hue
In Indian summer's embrace, we'll renew.

Time drips like amber on faded leaves;
The laughter we shared spills softly through air -
Warm whispers beneath branches gold-flecked with light;
Each memory a brushstroke on this canvas of longing.

Oh how the world shifts and sways with each season -
Yet here we stand at the edge of forever:
You and I entwined in moments lost and found;
Ghosts in the sunlight dancing over dry grass.

I remember: the sky wears its blue like an old friend’s smile -
We lay beneath that expanse once more -
Tracing shapes in clouds drifting slow as our thoughts;
Every sigh pulling us closer to who we were.

Let winds carry my words to you;
May they find a place in your heart’s quiet corner.
For even if distance stretches wide like rivers -
Love is an orchard where time cannot sever roots.

So let us wander this golden trail anew:
Through fields kissed by twilight’s gentle hand -
With every step a promise lingering soft -
That though seasons change, our bond will withstand.

Until again I feel your warmth near me -
Golden autumn shall weave us together:
In whispers of rustling leaves underfoot;
In the shadows cast by the setting sun.