Always Poem by Barry Van Asten

I looked in the cool of an autumn
As shadows dripped from her white dress;
Remembering the brush of her hair
Against my face as we kissed.

We laughed in the crimson madness
As I pushed into her hand, a charm:
Some green-sparkling glass, of no value,
Except a gypsy once kept it warm.

And together we walked by the shore;
She, with her white dress flapping
As the salty sea breeze was drifting
Over the wet sand, and keeping

Secrets from the wind, and knowing
That the feelings found in those first days
Will be kept like some sparkling glass charm
That remains in our hearts for always.