Promises and a miracle


Promises and a miracle

 
Your soft hands in my hands.
Us together upon the soft bed.
You smell of Summer flowers and we do not speak.
We knew.
Love didn’t need words.

A miracle

 

Upon a Summer day,
with youth as our wealth,
I saw you and you saw me.
No words spoken and somehow.
We twisted-up our two lives, forever.
You became my wish and a prayer.
We became one for a time and we had the Summer and the Fall.
You were a miracle to me,
forever and a wonderful place to find in kind memory.

Coyote

Category : poetry