Patience is the soft whisper of the stars,
Waiting for your heart’s song to catch the wind of theirs.
It’s knowing the moon will rise in its own sweet time,
And love, like a river, will find its way through the mist.
Patience is the knowing that some days you must step back,
Like a tree that lets its branches sway in the breeze,
To let the other bloom in their own light.
For the winds of destiny are ever-turning,
And the flowers of fate bloom in their own season.
Patience is the secret shared with the dawn,
That the end of one chapter is but a doorway,
Leading to another dream, another world.
And should the love be true,
The paths shall cross again—
In this lifetime, or one beyond the veil of time.
Patience is the shimmering thread that weaves the days,
Holding you through the storm,
Until tomorrow’s sky sings a brighter tune,
And the garden of your heart flourishes
In the sunlight of all you’ve been waiting for.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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