Timeless in the pines

there were a few years in the 80's

where we lived just north of the forestry

more often than not we would find ourselves in the trees

long walks in the evening

especially if there was moonlight

the flashlights we carried were only a stop gap

and seldom were used al all

about a mile in

a stand of pines stood close to each other

not as tall as the Hickory and Beech

but always green

in the fall which was our favorite time

the golds and reds on the path were breathtaking

but still we loved the pines

many hours of peace

walking through the stand

or laying on a bed of pine needles

with the smell of spruce and the sound of the breeze

the passion we shared in the moonlight

apart from every other soul

made some real changes in the both of us

and even now that I've lost her

I still think of those days

and all that they were

and when I smell evergreen

be it Christmas or the Spruce in the wood

I still see her face in the moonlight

her porcelain skin glimmering

and they way we were back then

when time seemed to go on forever

and we had not a care in the world

the young lovers are old now

and one of us is not

but love itself is timeless

and lives among the pines