In the quiet hours before dawn,
When the world whispers in soft tones,
I find you tucked within my thoughts,
A gentle longing that never atones.
It’s as if the night air carries,
Pieces of you, light and free,
And with each breath I draw,
I feel your spirit intertwining with me.
Yet, the morning comes too swiftly,
And with the sun, your shadow fades,
But my heart holds tight to the longing,
A silent promise that never degrades.