In the still of the night...

In the still of the night,
I see your face.
I feel your hand in mine,
I hear your voice.

In the bustle of the day,
I see nothing
I feel nothing
I hear nothing

But in the peace of the night
We play,
We laugh,
We sing,
We dance.

In the heat of the day,
I run
I mark,
I teach,
I work.

But in the quietness of the evening,
I feel your memory coming.
I clean, I quilt, I read, I cook,
I can not, will not, think of you.
But your approach speeds with the leaving of the sun,
As the stars shine down,
I know you are here.
And when I sleep,
We are together.

I wake with tears in my eyes,
A smile on my lips,
And an ache in my heart,
Yearning, for the still of the night.