In the Silence

In the silence of longing, lonesome nights
the stars echo with cosmic intensity
circling the heavens in a lost conundrum
gathered together over foggy propensity

While the scent of your skin lingers on
mingling with a myriad memories
of nights when passion played with comfort
played out unwritten histories.

When in my half sleep I asked what you would change
if turn back the clock you could;
and you murmured back, in your sleep,
"If I could, I surely would

go back in time and find you."
Do dreams sometimes, perhaps, come true?