Poem for her 748

Dear Readers,


Flow

The slow sunset clouds sparkle
There she is standing
Looking west and at me
There I am seeing her fresh
Just stepped through a door
There the first time
Years gone by still fresh
As a brand new flower
Oh so sweet the scene
She is younger than me
Always
And
Forever
There standing by the wind
The flow of her close
The being of her sweet
The soul twined
The two of us Home
Standing watching mingling
Flow the ages past
Chimes ringing the sound
Hands in one

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.