30 in 30: Day 8

Just so you know, day 8's prompt was stupid, so I borrowed a prompt from a different site.

Prompt: write a poem about something that's missing.

Form: Roundel

I wish, for once, for starry skies,
Hovering winds to carry us
Into warm air and cricket's cries,
A whisper from your lips.

Sing leaves to sleep, dark specs of dust,
Whilst awake, shield from them your eyes.
Come close to me, dear, if you must.

Night-flames, I beckon thee arise!
Release your voice in this bright gust
And seek to soothe the fireflies,
A whisper from your lips.