Shadows of Blue

Beneath the moonlight's gentle embrace, Shadows dance with tranquil grace, Whispers of the night, so deep, Echoes of moments we'll always keep. In the deepest corners of our minds, Where restless spirits seek to find, Solace in the dim-lit hue, Chasing dreams we thought were true. Silent trumpets call our names, Lost in melancholy's game, Painting worlds in shades of blue, In the jazz of me and you. The saxophone weeps in the dark, Tales of love, tender and stark, Drifting in the midnight air, Soft notes of our love affair. In the echo of the falling rain, In verses that still remain, Weaving stories, old and new, In the jazz of me and you. Silent trumpets call our names, Lost in melancholy's game, Painting worlds in shades of blue, In the jazz of me and you. A canvas of the city streets, Where hearts and memories meet, In the rhythm of the night's embrace, As the fading light leaves no trace.