Echoes of the Heart

Echoes of the Heart I’ve walked this street before, through slick remnants of rain, Where gas lamps flicker with desire, casting shadows in disdain. Their dim glow dances upon the uneven cobblestones, As echoes of footsteps resonate, hauntingly alone. Through labyrinthine lanes, narrow and winding tight, Where buildings loom tall, blocking out the moon’s ominous light. The air bites with a chill, sharp and keen, As whispers of strangers echo, unseen. In the icy grasp of night, beneath somber skies, Haunting laughter echoes, devoid of truth or lies. Like a black rose unfurling in the night, Love reveals its beauty, both dark and without sight. I’ve tasted the bitterness of love’s solemn demise, Yet still, I cling to hope beneath the stormy skies. For amidst the deep cuts and lingering remains, Love’s touch may yet assuage, the chains that pain. In the depths of the soul, love’s icy hands embrace, Imprisoned by the links, a fractured heart awaits. Bound to pain, in a relentless hold, A soul laid bare, love’s weight bears down, in sorrow untold. Though loss may loom inevitable, a specter in the gloom, I’ll find solace in the memories, within love’s darkened tomb. For in the realm of love, there’s a beauty profound, Even through loss, its essence forever bound. Thus, I wander the city’s desolate streets, A seeker of love’s ethereal feats. With passions ablaze, though my heart’s torn and sore, In love’s haunting embrace, I’ll roam forevermore. -Edward