Lying in the grass
Heads touching, our fingers entwined
The chirping birds flitting against the afternoon sky
And as the sun shines playfully through the leaves
Love creeps in ever slowly
Rocking chair for two
Creaking lazily against the verandah floor
The silence disturbs the waves breaking ashore
Sighs of comfort with your head upon my shoulder
Love is home
Bench by a hillside road
Old with years, as the Evening mist engulfs the chill
Intermittent words punctuated by comforting silences
Fingers find fingers; the head still the shoulder
Love stands through time.
