Midnight Awaiting

December 7, 1997

Anastasia Murzin

Awaiting – ringing sound,

It slows all life down.

It never reaches down,

To midnight its life bound.

One moment of a cry,

And emptiness fills us.

As tear falling from an eye,

Pain swallows us, alas.

The filter of our happiness

Leaves dull emotions memorable.

But all faithfulness, nevertheless,

Of forever-remaining at heart is capable.

And awaiting is only a fear

Of never returning here.

Our souls are united forever,

And, finally, we are back together.