The moon hums as I quietly sip my rum,
The fingertips of my mind tracing each beautiful line,
The contours of the face I adore,
Each picture you offer lovingly endures,
Within the silken threads of dreams inside my head,
The soothing vibration of your voice still resonates,
My butterfly buoyant affection longingly awaits,
For the next chance the camera displays its romance,
I never knew images existed that could not be resisted,
Beautifully stunning, that starts tears joyously running,
Now I no longer hear your voice, is it by choice,
Would you rather I not look from afar, even share a sky of stars |