I gaze up towards the evening sky.
A face stares back at me.
My heart pounds out its reply.
For not the visage of the moon, but your face I see.

I listen to the whistling breeze.
A voice calls out my name.
My ears recognize it with ease.
For the voice and the face belongs to one and the same.

I feel the crispness of the air.
A hand brushes against mine.
My skin feels that you’re everywhere.
For my longing for your presence grows with the passage of time.