Best Poems Written by Bob Jones

Late Nights

My mind wanders to the nights 
when we heard the crickets 
sing 
on the hill we claimed as ours. 
Tiring days made sweet 
by the touch of two struggling
lovers hopelessly lost in
search for the eternal. 
We marveled at the universe, 
to places not yet traveled,
to dreams locked in the stars.

Nightly departures brought 
heartache 
but a promise of return. 
Our arms extended, my hand 
interlocked with yours like the 
roots of 
an ancient sycamore tree on 
familiar earth. 
And I will never let go.

Copyright © Bob Jones | Year Posted 2014