In the quiet of the evening light,
Your whispers echo in my mind,
A gentle breeze that stirs the night,
In dreams of you, I solace find.
The stars above, they seem to know,
The secrets of a longing heart,
In every glimmer, soft and slow,
A message of where you are, apart.
The moonlight dances on the sea,
A mirror of my restless soul,
Each wave a memory of thee,
A piece of me you gently stole.
Yet in this absence, I remain,
A vessel of hope through passing time,
For in the heartache and the pain,
Your love’s the reason for my rhyme.