How fast time flies, with fleeting grace,
The hours vanish without trace.
Each moment lost, yet hope remains,
That he, by fate, will break our chains.

The world spins on, the stars still gleam,
Our lives flow like a restless stream.
And though the winds of change may blow,
His heart will find its way, I know.

So let the night drift calmly by,
With whispered prayers to the sky,
For soon he’ll come, the path is clear—
And we shall greet him, standing near.

[14.09.2024]