October Dust (Swedish Channel Challenge)

SCC 19 Genre: hurdy gurdy Theme: Melancholy © 2025 Irrelin. All rights reserved Red horizon stretching wide, Under thin and hollow skies, Footsteps fade in shifting sand, No echoes left to hold my hand. Once I traced the mountain veins, Leaves like flames on fleeting rains, Her shadow moved through stone and wind, A silent thread where I begin. October dust, it calls my name, A woven whisper through the flame, She stands in stillness, carved in time, A song that lingers, yours and mine. October dust, it calls my name, Through endless red, it pulls me home. The plains hum low, a muted sea, No autumn bends its breath to me, But in my blood, the rivers sigh, Of paths we crossed beneath the sky. Her eyes held storms, a fleeting grace, A fleeting touch I can’t erase, I left the green, I chose the stone, Now every wind feels half my own. October dust, it calls my name, A woven whisper through the flame, She stands in stillness, carved in time, A song that lingers, yours and mine. October dust, it drifts like years, A fading thread through hollow spheres. Stars don’t weave their light like then, No scent of pine, no trails again, But in the dust, a quiet glow, Her voice unfolds, a tide I know. Was she the soul I left to fade, Or just a dream the silence made? Through rusted sands, I hear her still, A pulse that bends beyond my will. Through the red dust, time unwinds, A thread of leaves from buried minds, October lives where shadows sleep, A whisper soft I’ll always keep.