Written by Tom Kraft So many times I traveled through
The summer days to be with you,
When Autumn mellowed on the hill
And we could be again as one
Beneath the cooler autumn sun,
But warm enough to touch you still.

How often did I pray to be
The rushing wind to carry me
Beyond and past the hands of time,
To the day when I would touch
Again the lips I"d missed so much -
Two lovers cast in perfect rhyme.

The hours would pass on weighted bells,
Each day and night on summer swells,
When sleep was more than I could bear,
And longer...longer did it seem
When you would knock on my front screen
And I would rush to find you there.

It was then, and I new at best,
The long hot days had been laid to rest - -
A time remembered not again
Because we'd moved closer still
To the day of our free will - -
Two lovers cast on love's sweet wind.

~ For Her ~

© 10/2021