Whisper of the dead

I call out your name in the silent night, In hope to hear your voice oncemore, To warm my heart that aches for you, Yet only the breeze knows my truth. I envy the moon and the star, Always together ,never apart, All this year i live in solitude, Waiting for your very arrival to be true. But time has turned against us, For you are here ,but i am no more, You've come to late ,my dear, Yet my love for you remains sincere.