In the silence of the ticking clock,
I wait for moments yet to come,
The whisper of time, a gentle knock,
On doors of dreams, where I’m undone.

Shadows dance beneath the moon,
Casting doubts on fleeting hours,
Yet in this wait, I find a tune,
In patience, strength, and hidden powers.

The dawn will break, the night will fade,
And in the glow of morning’s light,
The seeds of hope that I have laid,
Will bloom with colors, pure and bright.

So here I stand, in quiet grace,
Embracing time’s uncertain flow,
For in this wait, I find my place,
And trust that life will gently grow.