Waving hands

Days are strange, nights seem warmer
They keep moving, as though in an infinite circle
Never to end, as though there never was a stop
It kept yearning to know its end
But never to find the end!!
And then it remembered a day long ago
The warm shady but windy morning
When it saw the end…..but never did it realize it
Because it never wanted life to stop
It was a new beginning, which seemed like the end
Held on to it till dusk, yearning for what seemed to be the end
For it to ask, will you stay, but never did the question come
And by dusk, all that was left was a waving hand.
Staring into infinity
And the cycle continues never to change…
Seeing two waving hands is enough for now…..
Waiting for time to answer
Questions you know not anything about…
With memories of waving hands…