My Love She Speaks Like Silence And I Hear Her Now Loud And Clear A Word Poem Walking In Night Dreams by Stephen Craig Rowe

Some say the light is fading.  Some say the light is bright.  Some wait until the time is right to turn into the word.  We went hand in arm in hand with a hug like no other.  Then danced in the stars, became one forever entwined and with one soft step fell off the stage.  I was fallen and broke my wings as I wrapped them around another that should have been you.  This life is more  than a movie, or a slide shown sideways.  It is real.  And I am not jumping off the bridge again!  Smile.  Olive you more than words can tell. As ever be well