I Think Of You Quite Often

I think of you quite often, when the rain Falls gently through the tender autumn air, And every leaf, half golden, whispers pain, A fleeting sadness I could almost wear. I think of you when twilight softly gleams Along the river’s silver-threaded edge, Where sunset mingles with forgotten dreams, And night is but a whispered, quiet pledge. I think of you when morning breaks the night, The first blush in the sky, a bloom of rose, Reminds me of your laughter, pure, and bright— The sound that every dawn within me knows. I think of you when stars begin to glow, Like promises of peace upon the sea, And in their quiet sparkles, I still know You are the light that shines, though far from me. I think of you when wind moves through the trees, Its haunting melody a soft refrain, That echoes memories across the seas, Of times we lived, in joy, without a stain. I think of you in silence, when the moon Is hanging like a wish upon the sky, A whispered thought that fades away too soon— But lingers, like a soft, unspoken sigh.