Beneath the quiet of night,
under the vast sky,
where stars whisper stories of ancient light,
I find you again in the sigh of the wind,
in the gentle caress of the moon's soft beam.
Your smile, a memory etched in the stars,
a lantern guides me through the harrowed wall,
of my heart.
Your laughter, a melody that reverberates across the eons,
a symphony that lingers in the silence of my mind,
keeps me company among the tumultuous life.
The miles stretched wide,
a chasm of silent cries,
a beacon once thought to withstand the test of time.
But time, a cruel mistress,
adds distance to the miles,
a facade of perfection, at best, a jest.
No distance too far,
no age too enduring,
to dim the echo of your laughter,
to quell the fire of your touch.
Yet, here I stand,
reminiscing the good old days,
lost in the labyrinth of time.
a prisoner of the heart,
and a slave to the mind,
that misses the idea of you.