Waiting for The sun
I stood at the gate,
But again he was late,
He promised to be there,
But as far
as I could see; He was nowhere,
It was a moment ago when he disappeared in the dusk,
But I still remember him as a
fragrance from the musk,
A fragrance that scented the past,
On the waves of love that cast,
A spell of radiance on the future,
As life goes through another curvature,
What I doubt now is undoubtedly true,
Life has grown old with me and you,
Yet there exists a thought that’s bright,
Bright as a day who borrows your light,
That you are here,
And will always be there,
To boost me up,
And make me run, As I keep
waiting for the sun.