Hollow Bones

Whispers in the wind Carry me back again

Faded photographs on the mantel glow Threads of yesterday woven in the snow I chased the horizon, left the door ajar Echoes of laughter fading like a star Rivers carved their secrets deep in stone I wandered barefoot, never quite alone But the weight of silence pulls me under slow Searching for the roots that used to hold

Oh, these hollow bones ache for the firelight Nights we danced until the morning light Now the road unwinds, a ribbon torn Carrying the pieces of what was born In the quiet, I find my shadowed self Whispering promises on an empty shelf

Leaves turn golden, falling like forgotten dreams Windswept fields where the wild river streams I built my shelter from the splintered wood Tasted the rain, as good as it was good Shadows lengthen in the amber dusk Memories bloom like thistles in the musk Yet in the mirror, a stranger stares through Questioning the paths that led me to you

Oh, these hollow bones ache for the firelight Nights we danced until the morning light Now the road unwinds, a ribbon torn Carrying the pieces of what was born In the quiet, I find my shadowed self Whispering promises on an empty shelf

And if the stars should fall into the sea Would I still chase the tide that calls to me? Fractured light through the canopy breaks Healing the fractures time always takes

Whispers in the wind Carry me back again Fading, fading slow