He's been waiting,
Watching the leaves fall with the autumn sky
With every breath that fogs up the glass
And every flower that blooms in his hand.
Days, months, years gone,
He's been waiting
Counting the stars.
He's been waiting
Only believing in
What he knows inside,
Waiting, with every dawn and dusk
That goes by.
And as her face, inked in his mind
Her eyes, soft with wanting,
By his side,
Like a gentle breeze,
Her voice, like the rise and fall of tide
Yes.
And this time, he knows,
It's not just another dream.
©Meenu Syriac