I keep your poetry
by my bedside
I keep your picture
hanging above
my heart
I hear your voice
as I fall every night
below the stars
And your every sound
and your every word
dances with my ghost
As my body lays sleeping
in this cold and empty bed
I dream of your warm
lips smiling and whispering
I dream of your soft touch
chasing away the
tears from eyes
I dream of a strange kiss
becoming a sweet and
familiar song
I dream of longings fading
and wishes coming true
And I wake up with your
poetry by my bedside
and your picture above
my heart and your
voice singing of a
sweet and familiar
song