Evening Stroll
I took an evening stroll,
the breeze a gentle whisper on my skin,
as the world slowed in the soft twilight,
each step a rhythm, a quiet song of the night.
A flower caught my eye,
its petals a delicate reminder
of beauty in the simplest moments,
how life offers grace when we least expect it.
But even as I paused,
admiring the hues of fading light,
there was nothing but you in my mind,
your presence a constant echo,
turning the evening into something more.
With each step, I was lost,
not in the path before me,
but in the thoughts of you that filled the spaces,
guiding me through the night,
as I walked in quiet reverie,
where you were the only thing that truly mattered.
Shall I call myself a fool,
for letting my heart lead where reason would not go,
for wandering in a dream of you,
where every step takes me deeper,
into the gentle madness of love?
With all souls and spirits in play,
I am human after all,
bound by the pulse of my heart,
driven by the pull of desire,
caught in the beautiful, chaotic dance
of longing, where you are the center,
the force that draws me in.
