The silence of the hour grows around

As i stare into the nocturnal firmament

A longing creeps across my being

As the night goes on, beckoning dawn closer.



The cold night pulls me into its throes

As i lay awaiting the sun watching them,

The dark outline of clouds running across a velvet sky.



The echo of a whisper caresses my soul

As I recollect the gentle presence, a dull anguish

Takes over my dreary being

As i gaze out of the window,  reminiscing.



The melancholic ache grows in my heart,

The reticent world providing no solace.

The cold night pulls me into its throes

As i lay awaiting the sun, watching the world in its slumber.



And in my loneliness, i lay drenched and

I remember, you wept and whispered

‘ Till we meet again…’