in the stillness of the night
moon giving no quarter
i remember you through
the crystal pane
your skin smooth and warm
beneath my trembling touch
your warm breath whispering
love songs upon my neck
i see you now and then
along the highways i travel
and even feel you in the
fresh morning breeze
you've become the cool of the dew
the warmth of any fire's blaze
and a stranger's smile in the
afterglow of a glance returned
i sing to you
when the lyrics speak your name
always wondering
if you hear me
but it is in the stillness of the night
somewhere between frosted glass
and pregnant moons
where i remember you best
