Beneath the canvas of the sky unraveling into melancholic twilight

Beneath the canvas of the sky unraveling into melancholic twilight, There stretches a silent expanse that separates us, It swells with each orphaned beat of time, Filling with quicksilver, with murmurs of suspicion under a pallid moon. Through unseen veils, I feel the coolness of the evening - a caress gone astray; Yet, your face, once reflected in the depths of iris, Now gazes towards other crossroads, sinking into mystery; Searching across boundaries, in altars unsuspected by the evening star. Words try their flight across the elongated abyss, Starting as nocturnal birds, vanishing into the silent vast. We wander like phantoms over this land forgotten by time, You – anchored in the chill of a regret that never ends. Thus, we drag our shadows through the waves of darkened hours; Love rends, and remonstration gathers ink in the dark waters. There is a rippled space between us, Growing, widening, ever since you left the story.