i could wait for ages, but
time, like sand, slips through hands.
the stars grow weary of my wishes,
and silence settles in the lands.
hope once bright, begins to fade,
like echoes in the empty skies.
A longing deep, unanswered stays,
in shadows where my heart now lies.
still, i wait, though all may end,
for derams, like winds, return again.