Stars & Memories...

© Gloria Smith 03/10/10

I miss you.

My heart yearns for you in the night.

What are those strong arms doing at this moment? Who do they caress? Whose hair do they tenderly stroke?

I am terribly alone; a desperate sadness descends on me like a midnight mist of moon dust scattering the dark; shattering the night.

My heart breaks as a rock thrown carelessly through a window. I hear the sound of it in my dreams.

If I could slip my hand into the warmth of yours I would.

I would rest my head upon your shoulder and pretend once again that you love me while my own love consumed me.

I gaze at you and drink you in like summer wine on a winter's day. I memorize your face and find time suspended; a moment spins into a lifetime...

The stars bear your name. My heart is emblazoned with it.

Come to me...

GLO


In my age, as in my youth, night brings me many a deep remorse. I realize that from the cradle up I have been like the rest of the race - never quite sane in the night. ~ Mark Twain