Promises...
they scare me, they inspire me, they make me happy...
they are hard work
(the picture was taken a few meters away from where this poem originated... so I thought I'd include it...)
Silence lifted its weight,
Quietness prevailed…
In the distance,
Our footprints
Traces being blown away;
Our kisses,
Hushed tones,
Shaking more shadows
Than they should.
If promises were made,
Sturdy they’ll remain;
Like these walls,
Standing,
Proud and strong…
If promises were made,
They’ll blend beautifully
With the sound of the sea below our feet…
Wave by wave,
Caress by caress…
Our fingers touching…
Under the burning sun…
Right there on that bench,
That’s where my heart will be,
Humming…
Rocking…
Softly…
Gently…
Right there on that bench…
Till I see you again…
