­­­                          The Solitary Bench

The solitary bench on which souls unite,

At the days end when there is no strength to fight,

Where words are lost, but gazes play,

And the moist breeze dances your way…

You wait for the other to start the game,

“End bitterness and call my name”,

Stir up feelings from thy placid heart,

There is always time to start…

And then, little things go a long way,

Querulous questions, I am afraid to stay,

Now hands crawl up and arbitrate the act,

“I am sorry, let’s make a pact”…

When winged creatures in the firmament fly,

And our eyes and mind are bound to try,

To wonder how they travel together,

Then accept that we long each other…

Fears once brooding, have now alienated thought,

A gentle rain of enamored emotions end that drought,

Embraces and care confirm those feelings,

Those trite grazes yet momentous beginnings…

As we rise from the bench, with hope in heart,

Few steps down the road, we must part…

“We were never meant to be”, hums the little rascal bee…