Longing Across Eternity

I am the arrow of the night,
sent across veils of mist to where you reside.
In every second that crawls too slowly,
longing spins a corridor through time,
where your shadow waltzes with the stars.

My longing is an ocean without a shore,drowning me in waves of memories.It whispers to the winds:
“Where is my beloved,
whose footprints have vanished in the storm?”

If love is the sun,
longing is its light,
never ceasing, even as distance widens the sky.
I see you in the flicker of leaves,
in the murmurs of the moon cascading to the earth.

This longing builds a bridge,
from broken moments of the past,
to the promised days ahead.
On the other side,
you wait with a smile that transcends eternity.

Yet, longing is no certainty;
it is the paradox of presence in absence.
Like rain falling on barren dunes,
it awakens yet slips away.

My love, if longing is a prayer,
then I have uttered thousands.
The winds carry them to the heavens,
so God may know,
how deeply I long for you.