Believe me—

I need no words in thunder or flame,

No reproach, no fleeting acclaim.

I seek not the shimmer of gifts or gold,

I seek the return of your hand to hold.

Beyond the roads where horizons blend,

All earthly knots will unravel, mend.

And we will step through the glowing veil,

At sunset’s hour, when the stars prevail.

No praise, no blame, no crown to wear,

Just a meeting in the evening air.

I will wait for you—oh, come to me,

In the quiet hour, where hearts roam free.

Through twilight streets and moonlit streams,

Where shadows dance like forgotten dreams,

I will follow the echo of your name,

And find you there in the cosmic flame.

No praise, no blame, no crown to wear,

Just a meeting in the evening air.

I will wait for you—oh, come to me,

In the quiet hour, where hearts roam free.

In the hush where galaxies sigh,

Our souls will meet beyond the sky.

No grandeur, no chains, no fleeting fame,

Just your return in the starlight’s flame.

No praise, no blame, no crown to wear,

Just a meeting in the evening air.

I will wait for you—oh, come to me,

In the quiet hour, beneath eternity.

One day, under the vast, endless skies,

We will meet, where infinity lies.