Written in 2017

Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival. The world spins, seasons change, and yet my heart remains tethered to that distant horizon. There, in the soft glow of possibility, I yearn for the touch of destiny—a whispered promise that defies time and distance.
In this quiet anticipation, I become both seeker and sought. My footsteps trace invisible paths across the canvas of existence, seeking the echo of your presence. Is it fate or folly that binds me to this longing? Perhaps both, for love knows no logic, only the ache of absence.
The stars conspire, weaving constellations that map our shared desire. Each night, they whisper secrets to the moon, who guards them with silvered grace. And so, I wait—my heart a compass, my soul a ship adrift on the sea of possibility.
Beyond myself, somewhere, you exist—a phantom, a muse, a dream. I imagine your laughter, the curve of your lips, the way your eyes hold galaxies within their depths. You are the missing verse in my unwritten song, the final stroke on an unfinished canvas.
And so, I wait. Patiently. Impatiently. For the moment when time bends, and our souls collide. When the universe conspires to reunite us, and I step beyond myself, into the arms of destiny.

©️Beatriz Esmer