The Long Wait Under Silent Stars

Poetry Image

In the quiet of the night, I wait,
Every whisper of the wind speaks your name,
The stars above seem to understand,
This longing heart, its endless flame.

Days turn into nights, and nights to days,
In this cycle of hope, I stay,
For in the stillness of time’s embrace,
Your memory never fades away.

Each moment stretches into eternity,
As I hold on to dreams of you,
The moonlight dances across my face,
A reminder of all we knew.

Until the dawn breaks with your return,
I’ll be here beneath these silent stars,
Waiting with a heart that yearns,
For the end of this distance’s scars.

Related Posts

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *