Shadows tremble at the window pane
A sigh of breeze that beckons my name
Heart in murmur breath in hush
Waves of doubt in midnight’s blush
Fingers trace the drifting air
Yet I falter in the silent prayer
Hollow echoes in my chest—
Can I say that I am ready yet
Only the wind knows softly it flows
Carrying secrets that no one else knows
I stand on boundaries trembling in between—
Waiting for courage to paint the scene
Moonlight shivers on restless tides
Hope and fear in fleeting strides
Windsong weaving through the gloom
A timid heart afraid to bloom
Fingers trace the drifting air
Yet I falter in the silent prayer
Hollow echoes in my chest—
Can I say that I am ready yet
Only the wind knows softly it flows
Carrying secrets that no one else knows
I stand on boundaries trembling in between—
Waiting for courage to paint the scene
Whisper whisper in gentle swirl
Guide me through this fragile world
Hold me steady hold me true
Teach these faltering hands what they must do
Only the wind knows softly it flows
Carrying secrets that no one else knows
I stand on boundaries trembling in between—
Waiting for courage to paint the scene
In every pause a promise gleams—
A promise born in silent dreams
Soon I’ll stand upon the sill
Arms outstretched to gusts that thrill
And whisper to the skies above:
“I am ready I am ready I am ready in love ”
