There's a warm wind blowing from southern skies
Under a December evening's full moon
These silver-lined clouds will drift away soon
For some reason, I'm dreaming of your eyes
It isn't memories of nights like these
Or importance of a date that rings true
I don't know why I'm simply missing you
Oh, Lord, how the thought brings me to my knees
Rarely do I wish you back in my life
Rarely do I miss your hand's gentle touch
I suppose I really don't miss you much
Oh, but when I do, it cuts like a knife
Sweetheart, on nights like these with moonlit skies
For some reason, I still dream of your eyes
((December 13th,2008))
What a beautiful honest piece this is...thanks for sharing...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poetry is indeed rare. It is hard to poetry that is just as honest, eloquent, rhythmical, a truly beautiful. Poetry is generally quite subjective, but I think this is an amazing piece of work. I also like the particular rhyme pattern used in this one, its refreshingly different.