my wait for her

The streams of despair kept flowing,
Strolling towards the vortex of catastrophe,
The winds ceased to flow,
Engrossed in the merciless mist.

Insides of me grew colder,
As my wait for her grew older,
The sky had lost its blue,
Amidst the gray clouds.

Life resembled meager waves,
But it didn’t seem naïve,
My wait for her,
Plunged me in a race against time.

The green of me was lost,
Snatched by the passed eons,
Days ahead seemed like stained frost,
Drawing me to wait for her.

Days had come to an end,
The death vanquished my time,
I smiled and embraced the life’s rhyme,
And on the notes of loneliness my wait ended.