New sunrise, paint the sky with gold,
Whispers of dreams we used to hold.
Your shadow dances on the shore,
A fleeting echo I adore.
Through shattered glass, the light still gleams,
Chasing ghosts of forgotten scenes.
In every breath, a silent plea—
To find the self you took from me.
New sunrise, burn the past away,
Yet in your absence, colors fray.
I wander where the tides erase,
The fragile lines of your embrace.