Spinning in Darkness

Your face comes to my mind at night these days.
Like some pale ghost of times long past, you seem,
Though I'd prefer you be a wraith to come,
Presentiment of all I long to see.
Without you here, your memory I raise
And make it stand in place. You bring the dream
Of feeling once again your heartbeat's drum
As you lie in my arms and smile at me.

I've been too long away from your sweet face --
A day is much too long, as you must know.
I long to take your hand and speak with you,
To know your elegance, your wit and grace,
To hold you and to let our feeling grow
Until our kisses make the whole world new.