In the quiet stretch of time, we find
A gentle art that softens the heart,
Where moments linger, undefined,
And dreams and reality play their part.
Patience whispers in hushed tones,
A lullaby for restless souls to hear,
It weaves its way through silent stones,
Guiding us past our every fear.
Waiting is the echo of our desires,
A shadow that dances with the light,
Holding us close as the world conspires,
To turn our darkness into bright.
In every pause, a story lies,
A testament to the strength within,
For those who wait beneath the skies,
Find peace where their journey begins.