The vast horizon stretches, dim and wide,
And silences the echo of your tone.
My heart, a vessel on the restless tide,
Must sail these weary waters all alone.
When Cynthia, the pale queen of the night,
Adorns your sleeping brow with silver beams,
My spirit takes its solitary flight
To meet you in the valley of your dreams.
Though heavy hours drag like chains of lead,
And absence tries to dim the sacred fire,
No distance kills the hope by which we’re fed,
Nor quells the burning depth of our desire.
So wait for me beyond the stormy gale,
For time is naught against a love so true.
The walls shall crumble, and the light prevail,
When I return to find my rest in you.
This piece illustrates that physical separation cannot sever the ties of the soul. Through the shared gaze upon the heavens, love finds a way to endure and flourish, turning the sorrow of parting into the sweet anticipation of return.
