In the quiet hours before dawn’s gentle call,
The world holds its breath, and so do I,
In the hush, where dreams and wishes fall,
I wait beneath the vast, unyielding sky.

Moments stretch, like whispers in the night,
Carrying hopes on wings of silent prayer,
In the shadows, where longing takes its flight,
I find a solace in the waiting air.

Time dances slowly, in its tender grace,
Each tick a melody, a lullaby of fate,
In the heart’s secret, sacred space,
I linger here, content to patiently await.

The dawn will break, as it always does,
Bringing light to where the darkness lay,
In the embrace of time, there’s no rush,
For in the waiting, I find my way.