She Will Come

She will come—
as dawn comes to the weary night,
as moonlight steals upon the restless sea.
All unspoken words,
that trembled in silence,
shall find their breath in her arrival.
 
She will come—
like rain upon the parched earth,
like blossoms breaking through forgotten fields.
The barren groves will sing again,
the dust of sorrow will be washed,
and the heart, long burdened,
will rise in sudden light.
 
She will come—
not with noise, but with a tender step,
not as a stranger, but as the soul once lost.
And I, who wait alone by the river’s edge,
shall know her face in the hush of evening,
for in every dream,
in every broken silence,
she has walked beside me.
 
Yes, she will come—
as love comes,
as destiny comes,
as the long-awaited song returns to the lips of man.