This tale of mine, is old, but it is one
That's constantly renewed and rewritten.
Two young lovers sitting on a park bench;
Held hands in the yellow glow of moonlight.
Their knowing looks and kisses were fleeting
Flashes of bliss, for them, at that moment.
There was a deep silence between them.
So profound was their love for each other,
They required no words to express it.
They had reached a realm where the physical
Merges gently with the spiritual:
Sunday, November 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love and friendship