Until Your Heart Finds Me

It's neither a song nor a ballad.

Yet it is neither a poet's poem nor a writer's words.

Only a belief, once lived in the past.

Here, you won't find memories of getting lost,

or dreams woven into clouds.

It's only a wish from someone's story,

lost in eternity.

Here, no one says, "I love you."

No matter how far you go,

or how faint your whisper becomes,

the wind that seeks you,

the light that longs to see you,

they have always belonged to you.

Here,

there are no promises.

Only silences

that somehow remember every name.

Here,

time never asks anyone to stay.

It simply leaves

a few seasons behind.

Here,

even forgotten footsteps

know the way back,

though no one waits

at the end of the road.

Here,

every unanswered question

finds another question,

as if certainty

was never meant to live here.

Here,

nothing asks to be understood.

Not the sky,

not the rain,

not even the heart

that keeps returning.

How much do I know of all this?

Don't ask me.

I'm only questions...

until your heart finds me.