A silent moan escapes
as the eyes implore the dark horizon
for any signs of the one who left so long ago
without a promise of ever coming back
There hasn’t been a word since then
And yet, the wait continues
A knock on the door,
a silhouette walking in the distance,
brings to the lips a prayer of hope
Like the sight of an oasis in a blistering desert
the mirage only makes the yearning ache stronger
And yet, the wait continues
Each night a lamp is lit
to bring home the one who is wandered and lost
The oil fuels the lamp all night
while its glow feeds the now faint hope
Gloom marks every morning with the lamp’s soot
And yet, the wait continues
The memory of the face begins to fade,
the sands of time settle over the remains
Dreamless eyes evidence a hollowed soul
and the spirit of life is all but gone
Reasons of the mind useless, reasons of the heart endure
And yes, the wait continues