- The Index -




"Soft Cries"


"Past Old Strangers"


"Electricity"


"The Touch"


"Reflections"


"Reaching Out"


"En Ami"


"Across the Miles"


"The Garden"


"Playmates"




Conclusion


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When I'm alone at night,

and you're not here with me,

I remember the times

we've spent in ardent reverie.


I recall your spicy scent,

the clasping of your hand,

the eyes that search within my soul,

the  touch that understands.


The smile that strays across your lips,

while secretly watching me,

the unsaid words that we exchange,

that no one else can see.


I miss those precious hours now,

when evening fades away,

when you're not there to listen,

and share the close of day.


I miss your strength, your steady arm,

the sureness that you bare.

I miss the rushing eagerly

to find you waiting there.


I miss that gentle, stirring face,

when waiting for your call,

but anytime you're out of reach,

I miss you most of all...