This Sacred Place of Once You and Me

bella_robichaud2000@yahoo.com This Sacred Place of Once You and Me Grayed moss hangs, tired oak trees dance elegantly in breeze Colored leaves rustle above, gravels crunch under my tread Birds sing melodies; a rabbit, a squirrel engage as I walk Each sound from nature stirs a memory, scenes a reverie Sights seen sounds heard, within my heart longing stirs Stopping briefly I look around, each sense vigilant Standing still hushed breath, woods grow silent as in death Step one until three; I see the place where I met thee Beautiful stream flowing free, I held you, you held me My love dreams come true back at the spot where I met you Seems I will hold you once again, the stream still clear The bench where we sat, still here but dear something Is amiss; you are not here to share in this Joy, love, need so much, comfort of your loving touch I feel stirring in the air, I look but you are not there Just a gentle summer breeze bringing back memories I thought here my heart could mend, this pain never to end Till the time I come to you, hold you as, once I could do I vow to return year after year, fully knowing I cannot yet Hold you close my dearest one till my life’s journey is met