The night falls, the morning rises.
Time stampedes by, unnoticed because of my empty arms.
Empty of my love, devoid of you.
I wait for the day when I can hold you.
The day when I sleep with the song of your heart beating.
And yet though I have nothing without you.
I have some solace.
It pales, like a candle flame held to the sunrise.
Of what having you will be like.
I dream.
And I wake, pillow wet beneath my head.
Because I cry, not of sadness.
But of joy, of happiness.
Because my dreams were of beauty.
Of you.
