Echoes of a Melody Past

A year has drifted, soft and slow,

Since first I heard those notes aglow,

"Purity Ring" - a whispered song,

Lingering where memories belong.

Verses that shimmer, half-forgotten dreams,

Rippling like light on distant streams,

The rhythm pulses, a heartbeat's trace,

Holding moments in tender embrace.

Twelve moons have passed since first I heard

Each delicate, haunting word,

The melody still rings so clear,

A ghost of music, drawing near.

Time may scatter, time may fade,

But some songs - they never truly stray,

This single spark of sound remains,

Etched in the heart's uncharted lanes.

— Mitchell Royel