i miss thee

when the world fast asleep ,

and dream about their dreams.

the slow breathing balmy breeze,

in the blue black starry night, 

brings me  fragrance of thee.

the moon never worries,to

decorate with its glean

reflection of thine in the 

ever staring eyes of mine.

like the wantoning bats,

with unconfined wings .

the thoughts of thine, 

hovers in the  innocent mind of mine.

in the serenity of the night,

under basking moon light,

among the music of blowing wind,

and the song of the cricket, 

and the rattlings of leaves .

oh my ferry oh my love,

i miss thy chattering,i miss thy smile .

i miss thy hug ,when breath to breath and pulse to pulse rhyme.

i miss the ecstasy at the crux ,when the eyes shut and 

the shivering lips meet . i miss the eternity of the moment ,

which ablaze the passion and sparkles the life.