I sit beneath the solemn night sky,
Where every breeze seems like a sigh,
The world moves on, in a gentle pace,
But here I wait, a patient grace.

The moonlight spreads its golden thread,
As thoughts of you are all over my head,
I am wishful thinking of moments yet to be,
Of love that finds its way to me.

Each star above, a wish I make,
That somewhere you’re awake,
Perhaps gazing too at the same night,
And feel the same longing just as bright.

Time is impatient and remorseless, yet I remain
Anchored to hope that quells the silent pain,
For love is worth each passing day,
Each wistful night, come what may.

In every dawn, hope sparks,
A promise subtly hiding in the dark,
That you are out there, getting near,
To end this wait, to calm my fear.

So I will wait, as seasons change,
When a bridge is build, and our paths are rearranged,
And in that moment, when we meet,
The waiting ends sweet, and our hearts complete.