FireballTim1121

The Promise Foretold

I wait where the silence lingers long,
where echoes fade but never belong.
The moon is a ghost in a shrouded sky,
whispering secrets I dare not deny.

The hours stretch, a golden thread,
woven through dreams, through words unsaid.
Time does not hurry, nor does it slow,
it hums in the dark where shadows grow.

I walk where the river forgets its name,
where footprints vanish, yet feel the same.
The wind hums low, a hollow tune,
a hymn for the lost, a sigh for the moon.

Yet deep in the hush of this waiting land,
a promise stirs like shifting sand.
A voice in the stillness, soft and low,
a murmur of something I used to know.

For patience is lonely, but never in vain,
it carries the weight of hope and pain.
And somewhere beyond where the horizon glows,
the promise foretold still softly flows.

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