In the hush of twilight’s breath,
Where shadows linger, dreams are dressed, I stand in hope, though time is long, A silent echo, a faded song.
The minutes weave like threads of silk, Soft whispers swirl, as sweet as milk, Yet every heartbeat carries doubt, An unanswered prayer, a yearning shout.
I watch the stars in the fading light,
Some flicker bright, some lose their fight, Just like my hopes, they rise and fall, While time drags on, an endless thrall.
Your footsteps linger in my mind,
A specter of fate, a dream entwined,
But what if morning never breaks?
What if my heart, for longing, aches?
Still, I wait as the seasons change,
With every sunset, every exchange,
For love is a dance between risk and chance, And in this stillness, I grasp my stance.
So here I linger, with hopes to hold,
In the tapestry of truth yet untold,
Whether you come, or I wait in vain,
In the silence of waiting, my heart shall remain.
