The evening is still,
no breeze;
the tress tell me nothing but "Wait."

How long will it be
until I can say
exactly what I want,
and be heard
AND BE HEARD
without a word?

But a walk my way
and time to play
will tell me time has won
finally;

For faith and trust
took over
and anything lost
is nothing anymore.

And if no Us,
it is I
I have found.
And that's enough for both,
I know.

I know.