Around the bend, I walk alone,
To a well where silence has grown.
I gaze into the quiet deep,
Where moonlight stirs and clouds do creep.
In the well, the moon shines bright,
Clouds drift by in soft twilight.
The sky unfolds, the wind blows free,
Autumn lingers, still as can be.
And there’s a man, I see him there,
But for some reason, I cannot bear.
The man within, he looks at me,
His presence stirs a silent plea.
I turn away, my heart feels sore,
But walking back, I miss him more.
I return, I see him still,
The man remains, so quiet, so still.
Again, I turn, my heart feels pain,
But as I walk, I long again.
In the well, the moon shines bright,
Clouds drift by in soft twilight.
The sky unfolds, the wind blows free,
Autumn whispers softly to me.
And in the well, like memories past,
The man remains, so still, so vast.
I walk away, but thoughts do stay,
Of the man who quietly lay.
His presence haunts me, soft yet strong,
And in my heart, he still belongs.
The well reflects both sky and time,
Where seasons pass and thoughts align.
That man within, like old regret,
Is someone I can’t quite forget.
The well holds more than just the sky,
It keeps the man I can’t deny.
Between the moon, the clouds, the breeze,
He lingers there, like memories.
So I walk, and I return,
With each step, my feelings churn.
In the well, the man remains,
Like autumn’s soft and silent rains.
In the well, the moon shines bright,
Clouds drift by in soft twilight.
The sky unfolds, the wind blows free,
Autumn whispers softly to me.
And in the well, like memories past,
The man remains, so still, so vast.