Beneath the whispering leaves I stand,
Counting moments in the moonlight’s hand.
The night stretches long, a shadowy sea,
Where dreams sail quietly, waiting for thee.
The clock ticks softly, a gentle chime,
Each second a heartbeat, a rhythm in time.
The breeze carries wishes on its gentle flight,
Longing for your presence to fill the night.
Stars blink down from their celestial height,
As if to share secrets of the endless night.
They watch with me, in this silent wait,
Hoping for love to open the gate.
Until dawn breaks with its golden hue,
I’ll wait here patiently, thinking of you.
In the quiet of night, under the silver moon,
My heart beats softly, hoping you’ll come soon.