A Morning Kiss Poem by H E Alexander

We walked along
through evening hills,
one hand beheld one hand
and talked in the shadows
of imposing mills,
of things that we had planned.

But before the sun
has risen yet,
and danced upon the mist,
a morning kiss
to say farewell,
to separate ways unmet.

We strive, we cope
with forlorn hope
to be at peace within.
Midst centred selves
and false made lives,
seeking silence amid the din.

Journeying back
rapt in our own soundtrack,
believing its harmony.
Lips meet once more;
loving, sure-
echoes from yesterday.

My love, my love,
come walk with me
across this grey green sea,
and we shall together
be as one,
forever, you and me.