I miss...

I miss the stars with sparkling tail
That leap across the lonesome night
I miss the waves that without fail
Surge so high, the sea's delight
I miss the glow of sunset clouds
That assure me of another morrow
I miss the moon that pours in bouts
It's silver light soothing the marrow
I miss the orange fires that dance
In your eyes and please my sense.
       I miss you...

— Tichakunda Michael Majena (2008)