I open my window at night
Which cool breeze, your breath?
Which stars, your eyes?
You’re never really out of sight.

The sun ascends at the morning
With the grace of your entrance
And the warmth of your smile
I know there will be no stormng.

The clouds glide lazy in the air
Soft and languid as your touch
Wide and gentle as your heart
Surrounding me everywhere.

Patti Masterman

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nowhere-you-are-not/