I counted

I counted
silvery moon nights
of separation,
then I lost count
I then counted
dark moonless nights
yet again I lost count
I counted winter weeks
that passed by and
my hands were full
I could count no more
I could remember
your face no more
I could no more feel
air with your fragrance

How many more nights
how many more moons
without your curled hair
without your eyes glitter
without your breath on me
How many more nights
with no sleep or dreams
no hope or aching despair
how many more nights
of painful separation
how many more nights
of eyes in waiting
how many more nights
without your love