The Breeze That Never Was

[Speaking into a megaphone, emotional] At dusk on summer days, sometimes, When gold is fading into blue, I feel a little breeze pass by, As if the evening carries you. [Speaking into a megaphone, emotional] But all the trees stand still and quiet, Every leaf held in its place, No trembling branch, no whisper rising, Only shadows on your face. [Speaking into a megaphone, emotional] Perhaps my senses played a sweet trick, Giving longing what it knew, Making air move where there was no wind, Just because I wished for you. [Speaking into a megaphone, emotional] And for a moment, I believed it, Felt the coolness brush my skin, Like your hand returning softly, Like the past had breathed again. [Speaking into a megaphone, emotional] The trees remain without a motion, Summer night grows deep and wide, Yet something stirs inside my heart, Though nothing stirs outside. [Speaking into a megaphone, emotional] Maybe love can fool the senses, When the heart has had its fill, We hear the things we ache to hear, And feel the winds that never will. [Speaking into a megaphone, emotional] So when dusk comes warm and tender, And the silent branches gleam, If I feel that breeze again, I'll know it may be only dream. [Speaking into a megaphone, emotional] At dusk on summer's fading glow, When the sun begins to wane, There’s a magic in the air, you know, As twilight wraps the earth in its gentle chain. [Speaking into a megaphone, emotional] The colors bleed like watercolor dreams, And shadows dance on the soft, wet grass, Yet the trees stand still, silent it seems, While we chase a whisper that’s bound to pass. [Speaking into a megaphone, emotional] Oh, but our hearts can feel that sigh, A tender breath that fills the night, Though the leaves don’t flutter, nor do they fly, In the stillness, love finds its light. [Speaking into a megaphone, emotional] Oh, it lingers just a breath away, As stars awaken in darkened skies, And plays a tune the dusk might play, While the world around us quietly lies. [Speaking into a megaphone, emotional] Deceived by dreams our senses seek, In that moment, the heart believes, Though the trees stand firm, their silence speaks, Of whispers lost among the leaves. [Speaking into a megaphone, emotional] So let’s linger where the night unfolds, In the stillness, let our secrets breathe, For even without the breeze, truth holds, A gentle spell that the dusk weaves.