Sunrise paints the silence gold,
breeze carries dreams we used to hold.
Your laughter flickers through the pines,
a ghost of light on trembling lines.
We ran so far the night forgot
to keep the dark that once we sought.
Now every dawn burns like a page
we tore away to free the stage.
I’ll meet you where the river bends,
past every fear the morning mends.
Sky opens wide, the colors rise—
in blinding peace, our last goodbye.