We were walking through the park,
'She' lovelingly touched my hand,
thats when all the warm feelings,
suddenly began.
I looked at her calm
and wonderful grace,
and of all the happiness
written upon her face.
We smiled and laughed,
joked in the warm suns rays.
We both thought this was beautiful,
and should last for many days.
But the path came to an end,
A road we did meet,
The grass turned to ashfalt as
we followed our happy feet.
being thirsty I often see the glass half full...and read your poem as two walking together beyond the end. refreshing piece, Dave. -Tailor
followed happy feet both in one direction? ...or opposite? ...anyway happy you found your way back to poemhunter...lol...love...nalini
Of where it is put forth that happiness and the warmth of blissful infatuation occupies our minds so much that we do not realise where we are treading, what direction we are going - we just flow and maybe, like this, one day we will reconnect unto a path to follow. Yet it is wonderful to just bask through the grass and enjoy having nowhere to go - just to go wherever. A wonderful read, indeed. - K.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am enjoying this new style of yours, Dave. This has a definite story to it and the ending leaves the reader unsure of what will happen next. You could write a sequel.......... Love, Fran xx