The streets are hushed, the lamps burn low, Footsteps fade where cold winds blow. I keep my voice beneath my breath, For even whispers wake the depths. The bridges lost, the roads erased, Between our worlds, a shadow traced. But in the silence, through the night, I hear your name in candlelight. Do you wait where the river bends? Do you dream as the fire ascends? We say nothing, yet I know, Love still lingers in the woe. Your letters never find their way, The air is heavy with dismay. Yet in my hands, I hold a thread, A piece of you, though words are dead. The bells grow faint, the sky turns pale, Seasons change, yet hearts don’t fail. Though I must walk where dawn is dim, I know my soul still sings of him. If fate were kind, if time stood still, Would you be mine? Oh, say you will. Yet bound by silence, held by fear, I love you now, though you’re not near. Do you wait where the river bends? Do you dream as the fire ascends? We say nothing, yet I know, Love still lingers in the woe. And if the storm should fade someday, Will I still find you on my way? Or will we pass like ghosts unseen, A love once real, now in between…