The season matters not When you are out under a beautiful nights sky; No moonlight to take away the darkness The stars shining sharp and bright. Seek my presence upon the lightest breeze. For I am standing out under the same sky Gazing upon the same beautiful stars. I reach out with all the love in my heart Hoping you will know I am here. Wanting you to feel me close to your being. Imagine the breeze touching your cheek Is me, my fingers ever so lightly, Sensuously, caressing you as it goes by. The faintest aroma to softly spark memory. A whisper in your ear so quiet, None but you may hear. For you are as out of reach to me as are the stars. I stand under the sky and stretch out my arms To those lights I cannot touch And to you whom I cannot wrap them around. So if a mist dampens your hair It is from the tears I shed in my loneliness; The longing I have carrying them to you. For it seems that no matter my true feelings. Nor the strength of my love. I will be forced to walk a shadowless night Of heart breaking sadness.