I THINK OF YOU

I see a moon on a cold fresh morn,
forgotten to recede with the coming of dawn,
and I think of you.

The sun's beam peaks through the cloud,
before it shows itself so proud,
and I think of you.

And as I watch the gulls soar high,
as if they owned all the sky,
I think of you.

When my work is piled high
I sit there wondering why oh why,
and I think of you.

As I drink a glass of wine,
burgundy-red that's been aged by time,
I think of you.

And as the sky loses light
with the coming of the night,
I think of you.

A star I see fall from view
leaving a brilliant streak of hue
and I think of you.

And as I close my eyes to sleep
Into my dreams I know you'll creep,
because I love you.