# A Thousand Years

Раиса Петровна Зингер

Upon this tower, cold and high,

Where whispers catch the starlit sigh,

I wander, cloaked in dreams of you,

Amongst the heavens, lost yet true.


Each step I take, the stones do groan,

A thousand years, I stand alone,

The echoes of your name resound,

In twilight's arms, where hopes are found.


The ladder of torment, steep and frail,

Yet onward I climb, through mist and pale,

To stretch my heart, to grasp your grace,

And trace the outline of your face.


With tender fingers, soft and slow,

I weave the threads of love"s tableau,

A tapestry of warmth and light,

To cradle you in the velvet night.


With ocean tides and stars that gleam,

Our souls collide in one sweet dream,

A rhythm found, two hearts entwined,

In moments lost, yet undefined.


Here on this tower, though time may flee,

In timeless grace, it"s you and me,

For every year that slipped away,

Has carved the love that lives today.


So linger, dear, as shadows dance,

In this grand ball of fate and chance,

We are the song upon the breeze,

Forever bound, in love's sweet ease.


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