At the Pond


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.”

12 thoughts on “At the Pond

  1. The unspoken language of love. It’s so wonderful.

    Hope you’re well and having a great day ☺

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