I lie awake and dream of you;
the music of your laughter
rings in memory's ear.
The light in your eyes shines
likes the harvest moon
on the horizon of my heart.
This longing is a happy ache,
a misery of joy;
I'm hungry for the touch of you.
To enfold you in my arms,
to stroke your hair while
tears fall unabashed.
This joyous flood will
wash away the sad
and lonely times.
Let it sing both strong
and sweet, that my
heart is truly thine.
2008
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