Whispers among the cedars (Marcella Boccia)
The wind carries your name through the valleys,
a ghost of syllables lost in time,
woven into the hush of cedars
that lean toward the sky in silent prayer.
I walk where we once walked,
where dusk wrapped us in amber light,
but now only shadows keep me company,
only the echoes of your laughter remain.
Oh love, the years have turned to dust,
scattered like petals on forgotten roads,
and yet, when the moon spills silver on the earth,
I swear I hear your voice in the trees.
Do you remember the night the stars burned for us?
When the lake knew our secrets,
and my hands—trembling, alive—
held the fleeting eternity of your touch?
Now, the cedars whisper lullabies
to a heart that no longer dreams,
yet in their song, I listen for you,
a prayer, a shadow, a name on the wind.
