The Countdown

A Poem by Bennett

Awaiting the launch to unify & set flee. Patience and sustenance is the key.

It's been long since I last heard my Nightingale's voice,
echoing with splendor, fineness & poise.
Can't get enough of her charm,
as I crave for it gram by gram.

Her peck would pierce my heart with brevity,
pupils fusing, the spirit cries aloud for longevity.
Ascending in love by defying laws of gravity,
I have certainly lost out on restraint & sanity.

With each second ticking by,
The soul makes a subtle cry,
to be embedded in your love,
and blessed by the one above.

Whilst, we would exchange subtle greet,
Hoping to soon take off our fleet.