Moonlit Porch, Where the Pumpkins Whisper

On a quiet porch at midnight

Under silver moonlit skin

Carved pumpkins lean in candlelight

And the shadows breathe within

The boards hold old footsteps

Every creek, a long lost song

And the wind goes through the screen door

Like a memory moving on

Whisper you low, whisper slow

Let we old secrets glow

In the hollow orange lanterns where the restless night winds blow

I hear names in the embers, soft and half-forgotten truths

On a quiet porch at midnight, the guard remembers you

Acoustic strings are trembling where the firelight used to stay

The upright bass is humming like a ghost just out of frame

Brushed dreams keep timing whispers and the synths float like mist

While the pumpkins turn their faces as if nothing should exist

Whisper low, whisper slow, let the old secrets close

In the hollow orange lanterns where the restless night winds blow

I hear names in the embers, soft and half-forgotten truths

On a quiet porch at midnight, the dark remembers you

If you listen, you can catch it tucked beneath the autumn air

Every crack and every carving keeps a hidden tale to share

So I sit and let it find me, let the mystery unfold

'Til the moon slips off the railing and the secrets turn to gold

Whisper low, whisper slow, let the all

Secrets glow

In the hollow orange lanterns

Where the restless night winds blow

I hear names in the embers

Often half-forgotten truths

On a quiet porch at midnight

The dark remembers you