Wayne Orr

Verse I
We were seedlings in a twilight grove,
Your laugh a charm, my pulse a trove—
You spun the moon on a silver thread,
I brewed the dawn where the phoenix tread.

Refrain
Oh, our love’s a whispered rune, Two souls grafted to the ancient tune. Time’s a moth in the lantern’s glow, Eternity sewn in the roots below.

Verse II
Winters gnawed, but we conjured spring—
Knotted scars into kite-wing strings.
You wove my wounds with a nettle’s kiss,
I stitched your storms into starry mist.

Refrain
Oh, our love’s a whispered rune, Two souls grafted to the ancient tune. Time’s a moth in the lantern’s glow, Eternity sewn in the roots below.

Bridge
When the last oak sighs and the constellations fray,
We’ll dissolve like salt in the Milky Way.
No tomb, no shroud—just a waltz in the dew,
Where the World-Tree drinks what our hearts once knew.

Verse III
Centuries nest in your crow’s-feet lines,
My beard frost-kissed by the comet’s wine.
The earth forgets, but the heavens keep
Two sapling ghosts in the marrow-deep.

Refrain
Oh, our love’s a whispered rune, Two souls grafted to the ancient tune. Time’s a moth in the lantern’s glow, Eternity sewn in the roots below.

Outro (soft, with wind-chime cadence)
Every wrinkle’s a map we’ve traced,
Your voice the hymn no spell can erase.
We’ll be stardust and moss when the wands all break—
A lullaby the void can’t take.