Do you think of me at dawn,
When you arise, first light tingeing the rooftops
A rosy gold?
Do you dream of me at dusk,
The first of those septentrional stars
Shining bright in the blanket of the newly minted night?
Do you wake from dreams of me
In the still and quiet of the early hours,
A bittersweet melody playing itself out
Once more across the canvas of your skin?
Do you remember me as I remember you,
Indelible ink forever spilt across my midnight musings?