Longing

The night falls
Swathing the earth
with its darkness.
It is the dark that seems I love most.

Indeed, it is just outwardly
for silent darkness from time to time
brings me an emptiness of mind and act;
As lying on my bed,
alone, totally alone
memories gently approach me.

The memories…
of
The days I spent with you
The days I sat next to you
The days you asked me to
The days you gave me dreams
The days you showed me reality.

All come back to me
In my night dreams
Unavoidably.