The Awaited

Even the night sky celebrates,
carries a bright full moon by the hand,
and I wonder, when, and if, you watch this view,
where it is that you stand,
and how much of this moonlight lighting up our sky
is just your own reflected,
and how much heavier your heart weighs since last year,
and how much more disconnected.

My love and greetings I've sent every day
dispatched them sans address, letting them find their way.
To see you, I'll pray for under one only condition,
that I gain the privilege of your admission.
Do you hear the desperation in our hearts' beats?
the promise of you that makes all worthy,
the seemingly endless cycle of defeat?

Listen - to the sound of hope in every breath of air,
this is all I can gift you, for your patience that never wears,
an inexhaustible fuel to run it. Tiny amends for my behaviour,
anything to keep me alive for
my awaited saviour.