There on that small park bench

Love can be found yet to hold on to it, that is the challenge.

He came to me on a warm summer's night

His soft voice sounding forth

Breaking into my thoughts of null

And I stopped and looked up and stared

Into the bluest of eyes, shinning bright

Smiling down at me, taking me deep inside

All they offered.

 

Like star beams, they glittered

Twinkling so bright

Breath held, I watched as he slowly sat

His body near mine on that small park bench

And I inhaled his sweet scent.

 

Musky and manly

I held the scent long

Afraid if I let it go he would disappear

Turning my head, I stared into his eyes

And slowly smiled.

 

Like fireworks on the fourth of July

Dozens of pictures flashed through my thoughts

We talked, softly at first

Then soon, like old friends, we blended together

Our words falling over each others and we laughed.

 

As I looked into this mans eyes

Heard his voice so soft

Inhaled his scent so sweet

It was then I knew..

 

I was in love...

 

Each and every night we met

There on that small park bench

Laughing and talking the night away

Our troubles small and insignificant

For we had 'our special moments'

As we named them..

 

And they were..

 

A summer of love passed between us

Words of sweet caress and passion

Like none I have ever known, moved through us

Without touch, kisses of desire

The joining of lovers sweet embrace.

 

No... We held more.. Much more..

 

The power of words, different, yet surreal

Of friendship so divine that tears came to our eyes

As we held hands and stared at the stars

The darkness of night surrounding

And we talked about all within

Unleashing our souls, hearts, and greatest fears.

 

Powerful were all

Like none I have ever felt

The sweetness of the softest kisses

Could never take their place

And I basked in its glory...

 

Soothing winds carried me along the dreamy nights

And I held my arms out, engulfing each and every one

With the sweetest of desire and joy

For in my heart this was my heaven, my dreams come true

And I knew then all had changed forever...

 

But all things must end

As did our love

For he could not stay

And I knew

Accepted

Then slowly died

As I said goodbye..

 

~~~

 

Each and every night we met

There on that small park bench

Laughing and talking the night away..

 

And as I sit alone

I stare up at the stars

And smile softly to the brightest one...

 

Knowing deep in my heart

It looks down upon me, with the greatest of love.

 

~~~

 

Each and every night I sit

There on that small park bench

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[R J Askew]

'Dozens of pictures flashed through my thoughts' is the line for me. You conjour up a picture of an idealised love that can never be matched in real life, alas. But to have and hold the such a dream is a fine thing and in some ways may be even more reliable that anything reality offers. But in the end we have to settle for reality. Sigh!

[Sheila Kline]

The pain of love lost is that which pierces the heart! We may have the memories forever, and it is this we must grasp onto and keep!!
A nice write Mags, and the song is a nice addition!!

[Valentine]

A deeply tender and loving yet heartbreaking write..it brings back so many memories to me that are much better off forgotten..Loves so hard to find and keep..lol and God bless..Katihe

[Tate Morgan]

THIS IS A WONDER AND LIKE ALL GREAT WRITING IT COMES NOT FROM HAPPINESS BUT FROM THE GREAT SORROWS THAT BIND OUR LIVES MILE MARKERS IN LIFE DENOTING A TURN IN THE ROAD .I felt as if i were him looking to the moon each night .Knowing you were looking to ..Felt your heart touch mine and realized we had shared something precious.Welcome to the truth of the world you are now human and a writer with a past to draw from