When the wings of night are spread,
And the sky wears the color black,
Your thoughts creep smilingly,
Unto my mind, my heart, my lap.
I cherish the moments in the night bleak,
When the world’s busy having sleep,
I’m taken on a journey of exaltation,
By the company of your thoughts,
Profound and deep.
Your walk, your talk, your gaze,
Your smile, your guile, your face,
When combined are a force,
Quite hard to negate.
What! if I’m deprived,
Of your presence in the living universe,
I gratefully take,
The moments past the dying sun,
When you’re deeply remembered,
And matters of the world to shun.