Is this what lingers, soft and deep...
A thread of warmth in winter's keep?
I touch the fire, the golden hue,
And feel the ache of loving you.

The sky weeps orange, the stars burn pink,
Moments pass faster than we think.
A lion's roar fades into mist,
Like dreams lost in a lover's kiss.

Yet still, I fight—through endless night,
To hold the flame, to seek the light.
For every shadow hides the gleam,
Of honeyed whispers in a dream.

You are the echo, the silent call,
The rise, the fall—the all in all.
Though colors fade and time moves free, In every hue, you’re part of me.