I sit under the moonless sky
Faintly lit by the lonely stars
Making friends with the silence
The darkness that engulfs my heart.

For in this quiet I catch the breeze
That whispers to me sweet nothings
From the depths of wells of memories
That hold you within its rustlings.
Here in the darkness I see your light
That still casts its warm amber glow
In the tender dark of the starlit night
I let the wetness from my eyes overflow.

My heartbeat flutters its dainty wings
As your fragrance fills the air around
My skin prickles with your presence. It does!
I feel your hands holding mine, spellbound.

In body I know not your feel or scent
But the soul has its immortal memories
It nurtures your spirit alive through time
And sends its vibes riding the westerlies. 

© Manic Sylph 2015