It amazes me how we can just sit on the bench
and speak without saying anything. Holding you
seems to have a language all its own,
listening to your breathing
watching the ducks, a couple
two, a part of the moment
as we blend into each other
breathing the universe.
Love lives here.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”