Gene Olson Poems

The call came in early in the morning
I was dreaming of my love, so distant and untouchable
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The late summer breeze blows
A hint of winter’s coming snow
A hint of peaches ripe on the vine
A strange mix that makes the senses reel
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If my heart had wings
It could not fly any higher
Than it does when you and I are together
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I find myself transfixed by the most amazing portrait
And as I examine it with a critics eye
I become more aware of the depth
And the detail on the surface
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Who are we to each other that this love is so deep?

I am your wind that blows across the open prairie
You are my tall grass that lives only to wave in the breeze
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No words are needed
The distance is insurmountable
The communication could not be clearer
No satalite could transmit in higher definition
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The waiting is the worst part
Not knowing where your heart may be…
Is it still beating or am I wasting my time?
Has it been discarded like yesterdays trash?
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It starts out as such a small thing
Not knowing what it will become
At first there is much growing
But the changes are quite awkward
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Baby, it’s easy to see
how you get into my soul
It starts when you smile
your eyes light up when you do
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The autumn wind is blowing in
I can see traces of it’s passing
in the color of the leaves
Each day the rich green leaves
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