i miss.

I miss leisure, freedom of mind and will, days of reckless abandon to simple pleasures, selfish endeavors. I miss hearing the melody of my thoughts, meditations of soul, reveling in their mystery, dancing with them in the light of the moon. I miss dreams, color spilling from heaven, staining my soul. I miss beauty, the spark of youth that burned in my eyes and lifted my head. I miss conversation, ruminations of depth, complex and provoking, exceeding childish babble. I miss romance, the glow of candle light and smell of incense, loves aria. I miss God, his touch and whisper, the solitude that tore the veil that hides his face. . .