"Night" by Rachael Williamson

 

The stars spill their light across the sky,
and I think of your eyes—
soft brown, full of something
I could never quite name.
A gaze so deep
it haunts my thoughts,
steals my sleep,
enriches my dreams
with your voice,
your touch,
your gentle face—
filling my mind
with quiet grace.
The memory of your embrace
wraps around me
like the hush of evening air.
And the moon—
it glows
just as you did
when you laughed
with nothing held back.
If you were here—
just here—
this night that stretches endless and still
would hum with a soft kind of music,
the kind only two hearts in rhythm
can hear.