Alas, My Love

Alas, my love, the stars that shone so bright, Now fade into the quiet of the night. Our dreams, once woven in the golden light, Are whispers lost on winds that take their flight. Alas, my love, the paths we used to tread, Are covered now by leaves of brown and red. The echoes of your voice inside my head, Are lullabies that sing of tears unshed. Alas, my love, the time that slipped away, Like sand that fell through fingers day by day. Though bound by fate, we drift where shadows play, In memories where love must silent stay. Alas, my love, though you can’t be mine, In every sigh, your name, like whispered pine, Lives on, a ghostly trace of love’s design, A bittersweet refrain in life’s decline.