My Long Wait Must End

It rarely rains on that dusty road, trees turns to auburn and gleem... fluttering to the brilliant light, which dominates the night sky; my unheard footsteps don't make a mere sound, they'll vanish like these words that I whisper... My long wait must end soon, another storm may approach suddenly on my calm horizon, ingnoring time, and erase every beautiful feeling shared with the ablazed moon; a secret that keeps me going... Nobody ever walks on the solitary road of my backwoods, the silent owls rest on rough brenches and partake of my open sadness; they sympathetically stare, but don't question a bit my unintelligible glare... My long wait must end soon and there's no explanation for the undubted words I'm speaking; a farewell to the assumption of an illusion that I'm not identifying, to decribe the agonizing truth...