Whimsical

The night is getting darker and colder, emptier and sadder
Tiny raindrops are falling and all I can hear are tress rustling
Will I dream of you again tonight?
Will your shadow be my blanket again in this frigid night?
When will I ever see you again?
When will my illusions be satisfied and reveries salvaged?
Your soft fingertips touching my skin as if you're painting me
Your fragrant sweat dripping down my cheeks
Your sweet lips marking every part of me, owning and burning me
When will I ever see you again?