I believe you are there,
Somewhere in the endless air,
A presence felt but never seen,
A whisper in the silent dream.

You are the gentle touch of breeze,
That rustles through the autumn trees,
The warmth of sun upon my face,
A reminder of your sweet embrace.

I sense you in the morning light,
As birdsong greets the dawning bright,
And in the starry, starry night,
Where constellations gleam with light.