Far too long and yet we wait
In anticipation for a meaning we crave
For a journey in time we make...
Yet, what could we gain in time that never fades?
Is it the love, passion and adventures we trade?
Or the seasons we rejoice in turns and in faith?
Oh!
But little do we know, for when we stray
That those we hold in gladness and in rage;
Are they who define our moments of grace...
And though in whispers upon whispers we may sway
In their bliss, thus we regain our fray
The moments we desire art the glories of our days
Away they shall go
And here we shall wait
For time to renew the faces we embrace
Twinkles of the night shall sparkle in no vein
As long as we wait for the moments we fore-claim...
-Ibn Adam
