A poem that traces the story of love. |
In between glances the contact is such As a soul to a soul or a fingertip touch, Like eyes in the moonlight that tremble the skies Or a dream that stops breathing, yet still never dies, For love is alive in the days that we live And it makes such a difference to what we can give The most natural thing, like a hand in a hand Through the beauty of life makes two hearts understand. In between shadows a lantern light shines On those wandering whispers that love’s glow defines, When the moon gathers memories that never will fade Though they sometimes grow weary and sleep in the shade, Yet for love set in patience, the morning will rise Like the smile on his face and the dream in her eyes That go walking together on dawn’s silver beach They have so much to live for, and so high to reach. In between moments live pauses of grace Like awaiting an answer, the look on a face, Or two heads touching softly while they watch the sea For who knows if their moment is all there will be? They have so many moments, or so it appears For moments make hours, and hours make years, There are moments of music and moments of rhyme Or the moments of love for the very first time… |