He screams into air

That’s a hauntingly beautiful piece�"full of longing, cold nights, and the warmth of love. I’ve shaped your lines into a more poetic form, preserving your imagery and emotion while enhancing the rhythm and flow:

🌙 Whispers in the Fog

As autumn fades and winter nears,
The seasons turn, yet he walks without fears.
Through chilly nights, the frost bites deep,
But dreams of her are his to keep.

His lips may tremble, his body cold,
Yet his heart beats fierce, brave and bold.
He walks through fog with aching pace,
Each step a prayer to glimpse her face.

He finds a bench, half warmth, half ice,
Leans back in thought, a silent vice.
Not shivering, though his mind won't rest�"
“Where is my moon?” his soul confessed.

The sky divine, yet she’s not there,
He screams her name into the air.
His lips are numb, his breath is thin,
But warmth within still burns for kin.

☀️ As dawn ascends in eastern hue,
His heart still seeks what might be true.
And there she lies, beside him curled�"
Is this a dream, or waking world?



Jessy Jacob