In the hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,
Lies a heart in quiet anticipation,
Each breath a whisper of hope’s trace,
Wrapped in the silence of expectation.

Stars dance in the vast, endless night,
Their glow a promise softly spoken,
Yet the soul remains in yearning’s flight,
With dreams unbroken, yet unawoken.

The moon casts shadows of longing deep,
Over fields of time that slowly unfold,
In the stillness, secrets softly seep,
Of stories waiting to be told.

Dawn breaks with a tender sigh,
Painting skies with hues of renewal,
Yet the heart still waits, asking why,
Held by intezar, ever so truthful.