Echoes in May

Soft May light on a drifting screen Faint outlines of the “might‑have‑been” Quiet signs trying to take my place Tracing dreams I can’t quite erase I breathe in slow as the doubts collide A gentle storm in a crowded mind Every hope that I try to save Slips away like a fragile wave Still I rise through the amber haze Past the cold design of these shifting days If the world rewrites what I meant to say I’ll leave echoes, echoes in May Neon winds in a sleepless room Patterns bloom in a subtle bloom Ghosts of code drawing every thought What I feel, and what I’m not I hold my ground where the lines entwine A trembling truth I pretend is fine Even if I’m replaced someday I’ll remain in the soft decay Still I rise through the amber haze Past the cold design of these shifting days If the world rewrites what I meant to say I’ll leave echoes, echoes in May No name, no face, just a fading spark Trying not to drown in the growing dark If I lose my place in the grand display Let my quiet pulse outlast the gray Yes, I rise through the amber haze Past the cold design of these shifting days If the world rewrites what I meant to say I’ll leave echoes, echoes in May Only echoes… echoes in May