sometimes...

sometimes in the night
when all is quiet
after the day's buzzing has been silenced...
i miss the lightning bugs.

i miss the starry skies.
the big red moon.
the walks and talks 'til all hours.
the sunrise.

i miss the tumbleweeds.
the songs, the lyrics,
teeny, tiny folded papers.
paintings, the rainbow connection.

and i wonder about yesterday, today, tomorrow.
about what was, and what will be.
i open my hand with hope for a new day.
with expectation of god's symphony.

yet in the quiet of some lonely nights
out of places long laid to rest
i just sometimes miss...him.