In the quiet hours of the day,
I wait for you, come what may.
Through fleeting moments, I yearn and pine,
For your presence, for your sign.

Each tick of the clock echoes my plea,
In the vast expanse of time, it's you I see.
With every breath, a whispered prayer,
That you'll soon be beside me, just there.

Like a sailor awaiting the dawn's first light,
I await your arrival, through day and night.
In the tapestry of life, you're the missing thread,
Without you near, my soul feels misled.

So I'll wait with hope, with steadfast grace,
For your return, to see your face.
In the realm of patience, I'll take my stand,
Until together, we walk hand in hand.
© Divine_Angel_1176