Under the twilight, I sit alone,
Counting stars, as the night is sewn.
My heart beats in a silent song,
Waiting for him, where he belongs.

The moon whispers secrets in the dark,
Of journeys long, and roads so stark.
Each shadow casts a fleeting doubt,
Yet faith holds strong, as I reach out.

Winds carry whispers of his name,
A distant echo, a burning flame.
In dreams he dances, in my embrace,
While reality keeps its steady pace.

Patience wears thin like morning dew,
Yet love persists, forever true.
Until the dawn, I’ll wait alone,
For him to come, to call this home.