Alone in my restless bed
the night wind sings through the stars
Arguing truth with shadow whispered
lies
In the distance a train whistle cries
into the chill dark.
Gusty west winds
rattle window panes,
curtains dance
And I shiver...
Wrap empty arms around your pillow,
breathe deep, seeking the last vestiges
of your scent
Aching for your touch, your arms around
me again,
your voice, your kiss
reassuring and promising
tender and sweet and passionate
The storm abates
the night breeze singing with the
stars
brings remembrance of warm summer
nights
of brilliant days, quiet dawns and
still evenings
Of laughter and tears and promises and
plans.
In the distance a train whistle cries
into the waning night
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