Waiting

A half-moon casting out the night,
Like ghosts that blighted in.
Lean back, this head glare through the night,
Cold heart called out within.
Alone, no life had ever midst
The stars which flared asleeping.
And wondered if her presence kissed,
The dreaming thought, o' weeping.
"O! Hollow eve, yet young, so nigh!
I wait for her arriving!
But darkness cast my end, goodbyes,
Forth on I trod, here. haunting."

And thus I wait , and wait some more.
Til Heaven, shows the light no more..