Your Name 

Last evening
Under the moonlight,
I felt a cool breeze
Against my cheek.

The windchimes
Rang out with laughter,
Then hushed to whispers
And called your name.

 And when the raindrops fall
It's just your name they call;
You're everywhere,
But you're not here.
And every night in bed
I hear your voice in my head;
You're everywhere,
But you're not here.

In the morning,
Out in the sunlight,
I heard a bird sing
Her haunting tune.

Then others joined her;
A daybreak chorus...
They sang so sweetly,
They sang your name.

And when the raindrops fall
It's just your name they call;
You're everywhere,
But you're not here.
And every night in bed
I hear your voice in my head;
You're everywhere,
But you're not here.


© 1999 Hank Vaughn

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