Clouded nights unfurl above my restless heart.
I ache for the heat of your nearness.
On sunny days, memories shimmer,
glimpses of special moments.
Autumn arrives, and your smile glows —
hidden in the tang of Halloween candy.
Those golden-red leaves
that, like dancers in the soft lamplight,
twist and spin wildly toward their patient
grave upon the waiting ground.
When winter’s hush settles in,
I reach for the memory of your
salty tears, always just beyond reach.
My heart dissolves in longing’s brine.
Loneliness whispers at midnight.
Your voice, soft and fading,
tender hands, fog-misted moments
cling to winter’s crystalline hush.
I ache for you still.
Then, spring stirs the air—
chasing away cloudy nights.
Glorious days unfurl once more.
Shadows of desire melt away.
You return with the sun at last.
Glorious days —
glorious nights —
