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Whispers drift on twilight air,
Fading traces linger there.
From the heights where shadows fall,
Your voice returns, a distant call.
Like rivers lost in time’s embrace,
I chase the ghost of your face.
An echo bends through endless halls,
Answering from mountain walls.
Echo, echo — you return to me,
From the silence, from eternity.
Echo, echo — fading into blue,
Yet my heart still reaches you.
Steps dissolve where we once stood,
Dreams flow deep like ancient wood.
Every night the mountains sigh,
Calling back what passed me by.
The stars remember, the sky still weeps,
Your name in valleys softly sleeps.
A fragile sound, forever small,
Still answers from the mountain wall.
Echo, echo — you return to me,
From the silence, from eternity.
Echo, echo — fading into blue,
Yet my heart still reaches you.
The idea#
Absence returns as acoustics. Whispers on twilight air, a voice from heights where shadows fall, an answer “from mountain walls.” The beloved is not present so much as reverberant—rivers lost in time’s embrace, steps dissolved where two once stood. Dark-uplifting trance suits a chase that is also a listening: drive toward something that may only be reflection.
“Echo, echo — fading into blue” is almost gentle; the heart still reaches even as the sound thins. Mountains sigh, valleys keep the name asleep, stars remember while the sky weeps. One reading: grief as landscape engineering, the self reorganized around a returning frequency. Another: love that has become pure delay—always slightly behind the original call, always almost enough to turn back for.
