Waiting

Waiting is the hardest thing one can do
When one is a devoted disciple of time.
Moments become cycles of rhymes
And I can’t think a single thought through.

The way the moon chases after the sun,
And night longs to be one with the day.
Hoping for when you decide to stay,
My heart longs for our hearts to be one.

But we are separated by worlds apart;
Lands, mountains and seas in between.
Distance farther than it would seem,
I am too far away from your heart.

Waiting for you to come take me away
From this place to where you are.
Find me by following the evening stars
As I watch the hands of time and pray.