Missing You

Sometimes I hear your voice whistling in the cold wind I see your saintly smile flashing before my eyes like a phantom And I can even feel your magical hands patting my back tenderly I hold my dreams so dear for in them is thy presence I dream of you lying right next to me in my wildest ecstasy A couple of times I have caught myself smiling at such thoughts I thought I was losing my sanity but the psychologist said am sound Yet still, my head arches and throbs like a drum But my doctor insists that am find He says I am just missing you