At the Edge of Time

In the depths of the night’s shadow,
Longing arrives, like an unseen breeze.
I wait at the edge of time,
In a place untouched by distance.

There’s a sound lost in every breath of wind,
Like the echo of steps that never reach.
I wish to trace the marks you left,
But only silence meets me.

Beneath the same sky,
I hold the name that fades in the dusk.
Everything moves, except my heart—
Still searching for your shadow among the stars.

You are like the rain I never welcomed,
Yet always leave the scent of earth profound.
This longing flows like a river,
Not knowing where it goes, only knowing to keep searching.

And here I stand, waiting,
In a place where hope no longer resides,
Only memories that still live
Like a fire that never dies.