Waiting Poem by welkin siskin

The charming nights have receded
And the weather is dwindling
But yet I know not when thou shall come,
Come to bring a gentle breeze of passion.
Several days have passed and the waiting is still there
But unbeknownst to me how you not know these eager wanting to know your whereabouts.
The eventide goes without candle lights
And do the dimensions of things change
But I do not know where in the silence, or in the crowd you have disappear.
@ welkin siskin