By my Bed

Igniting the lamp by my bed,
I sway beside and ahead.
Marching up and down the steps,
His journey doesn't seem to end.
The tap water gushes and goes away,
So hot in this season of may.
This wait is another ship of thoughts,
It's not freedom but him I sought.
The lamp drains out and light I see,
Not his arrival but dawn it be.
I hear some sound, sky deep;
Not his voice but birds, yet no sleep.
Day ends well but still no sign,
I start to wonder if he is fine.
He'd told me- be and stay ignite;
For him I'll sit by my lamp alight.