At the Edge of Time
Longing arrives, like an unseen breeze.
I wait at the edge of time,
In a place untouched by distance.
Like the echo of steps that never reach.
I wish to trace the marks you left,
But only silence meets me.
I hold the name that fades in the dusk.
Everything moves, except my heart—
Still searching for your shadow among the stars.
Yet always leave the scent of earth profound.
This longing flows like a river,
Not knowing where it goes, only knowing to keep searching.
In a place where hope no longer resides,
Only memories that still live
Like a fire that never dies.