Image by Stephen Craig Rowe
I was there
with the sun upon my face
and the cold winds.
Hugging trees,
rustling brush
as my boots lace laughter
in personal poetry
for those who care and are.
Of a love,
of a feeling,
a knowing and a being
so close and so far away
that my arms cry to touch you
and to be held in clean sheets,
quiet streets and an empty sink.
The last leaf fell
as I drew upon time,
and there
I did not Fall
For you.
For you
are forever.
Stephen Craig Rowe
