The wait continues…

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