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The Moonlit wait

Years drifted by, I thought passion lay still,
Thought time’s cold winds had swept all traces away.

The sunbeam tilts, fading hues of dusk spill,
Who knew longing could yet begin to sway.
Autumn nights dim without mystic dreams,
Days hollow, no rhythm of sorrow’s refrain.
Only heartbeats fall as pearly streams,
Weaving threads of grief, calling moonlit solace to remain.

Love, so distant, a mirage in the sand,
Rain and sun obscure wings of ethereal rhyme.
That voice lingers, tender and unplanned,
A moonlit soul, astray in the boundless time.

I hear spring softly donning its gown anew,
Flowers whisper verses to stir a faint delight.
A fleeting glimpse, another embrace subdued,
Twilight’s glow seems gifted from spring’s golden light.

A moonlit soul—forever tranquil and serene,
Eyelids closed, lulling dreams where love lets go.
The breeze of spring, lost in a fervent scene,
While a lover still waits… Oh moon, aglow!