With the moon at its peak
When the breeze caresses my brow
And the stars shimmer in the distance
I long for the way
Things used to be
Memories of you
Linger all over me
The touch of your fingers
And the taste of your lips
The strength of your arms
And the thoughts of the way
Things used to be
Those endless conversations
And the smell of the fire
The laughter shared
And the secret smiles
The feel of you
Brushing past me...
Oh how I wish
For things to go back
To the way they used to be...
~SD~
