15/06/2023
In the realm of patient whispers,
Where time slows and lingers still,
Resides the art of waiting,
A dance on destiny's gentle quill.
In the tender pause of anticipation,
A symphony of dreams takes flight,
With hearts suspended in hope's embrace,
Weaving tales of both dark and light.
A solitary figure, adorned in patience's cloak,
Amidst the tapestry of life's design,
Fingers trace the contours of longing,
As moments stretch, intertwine.
Through the veil of tomorrow's promise,
We stand upon the threshold of fate,
Each tick of the clock, a gentle reminder,
That waiting, too, can be a state.
For in the hush of uncharted hours,
Seeds of purpose find their way,
As we learn the lessons of surrender,
And find solace in the words we cannot say.
Oh, waiting, you elusive muse,
Teach us the grace of stillness profound,
For in your quiet, timeless cadence,
We uncover treasures yet to be found.
In the twilight of our yearning,
Patience paints the sky with hues,
And within the depths of silent yearning,
We discover strength anew.
So, let us not curse the ticking clock,
Nor tremble at the passage of time,
For within the sacred act of waiting,
Our souls unfold, sublime.
In this suspended realm of longing,
We glean the wisdom it imparts,
That life's greatest gifts are oft revealed,
To those who wait with open hearts.
