Holding Hands

A night that love chose to shine its light upon.

Hand and hand we walk along

Beside the waves

Who sing thier songs

Of places the've been

and places the've gone,

Hand and hand we walk along

The sun sets in the pianted sky

The wind goes slow

And not too high

To hear the stories of the waves

As they go flying by

The footsteps left along sand

That slowly shifts

Upon the land

And there we go

Both hand and hand

Author's Note

Many people dream of this happeneing to them

Reviews

[Steven]

wow. veronica i love you soo much.
*hugs*

[GC]

And why shouldn't it be a reality?
This was pleasant.
Thanks for sharing.

[Billy]

Another wonderful poem. I know that I myself, dream of this.

[Pat C.]

Absolutely lovely poem! The Happy Person is a budding poet.