Lone Willow and Heartbreak creeks - collection of poems

Folklomoretales

To Crina 

Take me somewhere where stories stay hidden,
Where the shadows of memories drift like autumn leaves.
Down the street to our secret café,
Where we wrote our past in coffee rings and stolen smiles.

Take me up to the hill where wildflowers grow,
In a garden where time softens at the edges.
We'll dance with the ghosts of forgotten moments,
And I'll breathe in every glance, every whisper.
With you beneath my skin, I fall deeper still,
Every word you speak, a spell woven in twilight.

Every kiss, a tether to this fragile, fleeting dream.
In the quiet, we exist between what was and what could be
A glimpse of us, enough to make me believe in magic,
In love that lives forever, somewhere between the stars.

Lilly, September 22nd, 2024