In the hush of morning light,
Where shadows linger, soft and pale,
A heart beats in quiet rhythm,
Awaiting whispers on the gale.
The clock ticks slow, each second long,
Yet dreams dance on the edge of sight,
In the silence, hope takes form,
A gentle spark in endless night.
With patience as my steadfast guide,
I watch as time unfolds its hand,
The world a canvas yet to paint,
With colors bold, and dreams so grand.
Still I wait, in calm embrace,
For what tomorrow’s dawn may bring,
In the quiet, strength is found,
In waiting’s song, my heart will sing.