I saw them dancing on the bridge.

Hiding in my childhood den,

I saw them dancing on the bridge –

Street lamps reflecting on the river’s ripples,

Dancing too.

The fresh salt swill of ocean dreams,

Carried in the arms of the autumnal breeze.

Mesmerised, I watched them kiss-

Delicate lips momentarily as one,

Instinctively, she reached out for her hand,

And she in turn clasped hers in hers.

Each for each.

Fingers locked, they walked away,

And I wondered in my childish mind –

How hands feel when the heart,

Has found a home.

And above my head the moon glows.

Smiling gently,

For it, already knows.

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• AI Free Acknowledgement: This is my own work and has not been generated in whole or in part by AI