There's a warm wind blowing from southern skies <br />Under a December evening's full moon <br />These silver-lined clouds will drift away soon <br />For some reason, I'm dreaming of your eyes <br /> <br />It isn't memories of nights like these <br />Or importance of a date that rings true <br />I don't know why I'm simply missing you <br />Oh, Lord, how the thought brings me to my knees <br /> <br />Rarely do I wish you back in my life <br />Rarely do I miss your hand's gentle touch <br />I suppose I really don't miss you much <br />Oh, but when I do, it cuts like a knife <br /> <br />Sweetheart, on nights like these with moonlit skies <br />For some reason, I still dream of your eyes <br /> <br />((December 13th,2008))<br /><br />Danny Speicher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-eyes-49/
