At the edge of time that flows slowly
I write your name with fingers of light
in the dim twilight sky
and among shadows growing long.
Prayers whispered softly
never fade even as day crawls to night
like the lingering red and orange hues
that adorn a tired horizon.
I become a leaf adrift
free in the season’s wind
seeking a harbor of love
amidst the storm that folds time.
Your name etched in every heartbeat
an endless melody that never ceases
gently echoing through the silent night
though the universe remains voiceless.
Here in this quiet harbor
I hold your name like hope that endures
like rain that never tires
flowing softly to greet the earth.
