Alive...Again

The clock ticks,

The sun comes out,

The bird's chirp,

The flowers bloom,

People go to work and children play,

I live but in the gloom.

Will it rain again, asks my aching heart.

Will the moon shine bright, I wonder with a melancholy smile...

My hands miss your touch, my eyes wait to see you.

With your soft touch, that sensuous perfume, the brown of your hair, your sweet whispering voice,

I long for the feeling again.

To be Alive, again...