B.C. Brook

Walking through the forest at midnight, on a full moon, and I can’t conceive a way to live without you.  The moon beams cutting through the tree limbs and making shadows on the moist leaf covered ground.  As I make my way to the big oak tree we used to climb, swing off the limbs, and sit at the bottom wrapped in each others arms gazing at the clear night sky, and twinkling stars, dreaming of a future together, forever, not once thinking something would ever happen.  So I pass the oak tree, and a few stray tears tumble down my cheeks, not wanting to linger too long for the pain is still too fresh, I make my way down the embankment to the brook running quietly and smoothly through the forest.  I follow the stream until the pool where a few streams come together.  And a peace comes over me like I have never know before, because I remember sitting on the bank of this little pool and watching you splash and swim, enjoying every minute of life, and how lovely and beautiful you looked when you arose from the pool, the water glistening and streaming off your body.  Oh how I miss you so!