Under the silent blue sky,

The morning sang with dewdrops,
She stood by the withered gate,
A heart bound by chains, a waiting soul.

The path was worn, and so were her eyes,

She had sat and known for countless days
Somewhere far away, where the seas moan,
He walked alone, or not alone.

They met when spring was young and wild,

She, soft with dreams, a village child,
He, brave, restless, fierce with flame,
At his name the stars burned.

He said to her, “Wait, I won’t be long.

The road is hard, but I am strong.

I will bring the sun, I will make a place,
A place where you can rest, where time cannot chase.”

She looked at his wealth with a half-smile,
waited—once, then for a while.

She wrote every day, but no one came back.

Hope floated down, then burned fiercely.

The village spoke in cold whispers,
about foolish women and old stories.
But she, like a stone, did not give up—
she clung to what she knew as a heart.

She wore his scarf, even though it was torn,

and lit a lamp every foggy morning.

She fed the birds and swept the stairs,

as if one day he would meet her there.

As the seasons changed, the seasons turned gray and faded the color
of the eyes that once shone with the fire of a lover—

now the glasses of deep desire.

They came and went—brave and kind men,

but none could shake her loyal heart.

She chose to wait, she chose to hurt,
she chose to dance alone in the rain.

The world had moved, yet she remained still,

a picture framed in the window.

Of all the things she knew,
she held on to one truth: she was his.

Then one dusk, the wind began to blow tight,
a figure crossed the old wooden fence.
Bending and slow, with a ghostly face,
a ghost of love with flesh and grace.

He fell before her trembling knees,
and whispered, “Years and foreign seas...

I have lived, but never truly breathed—
my heart is yours. It never stopped.”

She touched his face with pride and sadness,

no anger in their time together.

“For all that you have lost, for all that we have missed,
I have kept it here,” she said—kissing.

The stars shone. The silence was broken.

Even the time that was silent spoke.

For hearts that wait though separated,
Through loss and heartbreak, today beats together.