Waiting

My soul lingers between night and day,
my heart lies beyond the sinking flood of gold.
Too weak to tell the light to stay,
too afraid for dark to drown the world.

The day melts to night as the light melts to fire,
as waters seeping to quench my ire.
Oh but to capture a moment such as this,
where all is right, but all's amiss.
As the last rays of light fall and the sun morphs to moon,
where I can spend my days on the edge of doom.

This is the place my heart knows so well,
though in its brilliance I'd never dwell.

I linger on the horizon with the westering sun,
and enthralled in glory my soul's become.
But with descriptions said, I long to say,
come hither to here if ye may.

This is where I'm from,
and where I ever long to be.
And for all of time this,
is where I'll wait for thee.

The light has halted,
as the sea engulfs the sun.
With a last cry,
it's mournful days are done.

And still I wait at the edge of time,
watching for when I may'st make thee mine.
For my heart e'er longs to hold you ever near,
and forget the world that I'd once held dear.

Yet now, as before, all turns to dark,
the prints of light leave their final mark.
In this timeless realm I cannot escape,
so to you I implore, from this barren scape.

But my journey's ended, and I go back,
to the place that I call abode.
Where the light ever meets the dark,
and the seeds of hope are sowed.

In a hidden glade, on a different plane,
the light as a flowing mane.
Will still shine out with its last glow,
and never sink to sacred low.

And you, oh tamer of my heart,
for you my longings ever dart.
For twere thee mine, oh how all would change,
the falling of woe's mountain range.

With you the setting of the sun,
would not signal that night's begun.
Instead such orb would stay half mast,
and the moon would linger fast.

In a merge of lights from orb to orb,
the sea, the lights betwixt'd absorb.
And sitting upon the edge of time,
fragrances of basil thyme.
And all the singing e'er heard,
would cry out as a calling bird.

No storm could halt our blissful mirth,
and the oceans stride the coastlines girth.

Oh were this true I could finally say,
Farewell to the passing day.


Written By: mr penguin12
Edited By: dr henry
Coded By: J@nr0k