light the light in my eyes

i drift amoung memories of lovers,
the paths between the shrubs, fields and sand.
i recall the quietness in your room
the longing looks in your bewitching eyes.
you took me from touches to kisses
kisses to soft moaning of love.

But now what mists have gathered you
that i can neither hear your voice nor see your shadows
what name can i give to this silence
that sinks like a stone in my soul.

i could write a poem of pain
that could be so insignificant
because the burning in here is more than a fire
or more than a tear hanging like Christ on his cross
Maybe something is waiting like a lamp in the darkness
that could be lit again by your sweet murmurs.