But you re not here

To touch the darkness, then feel a glorious light,
To catch the rose of winds that through the years took flight.
To savor all the love, so tender and so deep,
To feel that shiver run when promises you keep.

The memory of your scent, a ghost within my mind,
I let myself one thought of you, before I draw the line.
My skin stands up, you're in my head... but you are not right here...
I'll pour the wine, sink in my chair, and wrap myself in cheer.

But you're not here, yet I still smell your perfume in the air,
The scent of your sweet skin, the fragrance of your hair.
I know you want my warmth, I know your thoughts are mine the same,
The memory of your touch still whispers out my name, and I tremble.


I'll fall asleep... the silent room will hear my lonely sound,
I'll dream of you, lying unclothed on summer ground,
I'm falling in a wave where sun and sea are found...
Our secret time, a hidden place, where only we are bound.

Our time was full of meaning, dancing on a perfect stage,
It loved and waited for us... then it left in sudden rage...

But you're not here, yet I still smell your perfume in the air,
The scent of your sweet skin, the fragrance of your hair.
I know you want my warmth, I know your thoughts are mine the same,
The memory of your touch still whispers out my name, and I tremble.

And I tremble...
No, you're not here...
Your perfume in the air...
The memory of your touch...
It makes me tremble...