
hold my
hand,
watch the
sunset
with me;
let me
rest my
head
on your
shoulder
as the
day
fades into
night.
let’s not
talk
and just
enjoy
this tender
silence
and
each other’s
company.
no need
for promises
we fear
to keep;
no need
to bind
ourselves
into rash
agreements;
no need,
not yet –
not just
yet.
but we
stand
together as
the sun
sets,
the light
dims;
in sacred
silence
holding hands:
not quite
here,
not quite
there;
but maybe –
just maybe –
there could
be a
life
and a
love
quietly biding
time,
waiting to
grow,
waiting to
blossom
between us.