Only I Poem by Raven Bishop

Summer nights with winter's leftovers.
Nature's fallout to blue yonder.
Nature creeps up to earth.
Earth crawls out to her fate ahead.
And hilltops covered with your apple cinnamon love.
Apple baked pies from gramma.
Even though I miss her like crazy.
If only I could touch the falling star from where your head lies.
I would make the best of it.
If only I could save the world.
I would be your long distance lover.
On the telephone,
anywhere my heart wonders for your caress.
If only I could share these special fond memories
of you and me.