In The Death Of Night. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

In the death of night,
I hear your name,
in the whispering breeze.

In the death of night,
I see your ghost,
as it dances timidly through the trees.

In the death of night
I taste your lips,
as they caress mine.
In the death of night,
I feel your touch,
before you go out of sight.

Come back to me my love,
don't ride away.
Stay with me, till the dawn of the day.

In the death of night,
I hear your name.
I awake from my slumber
and nothing is the same.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .