Say my name during deep blue mornings,
Kiss me more to satisfy my yearnings.
Have I told you that I don't know where you've been?
Where have you hidden, angel, what have you seen?
I miss you like my lungs miss fresh air each day,
I miss your voice like summer birds miss May.

Say my name the way you speak your own.
Your words are the best melody I have ever known.
Not violin strings, not harphs nor piano tunes
Find their place on those gloomy afternoons.
I miss it for it never makes me feel grey;
My ears dance when they hear that music play.

Say my name or my heart will decay.



© shishmish