Until... #2 Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Out in the woods walking
amongst the pines. In the
beauty of life's springtime.
I was yours and you were
mine. So beautifully through
the shaded trees the sun
did shine. Now the willow tree
forever sleeps. And from now, , ,
until our hands touch and our
eye's again meet... My heart
shall cry out, ache and weep.
The cry of a wolf, the howl of the
wind, the call of a whippoorwill
with such sadness within...