On the high street
Lights gleam like tiny budding eyes,
Just roused from sleep.
Our steps are sure,
Plotting along in alternating succession.
Soft behind the steeple, the moon rises carefully,
Shining a cool easy white behind a blue sky,
What peace is found in innocuous journeys,
And nature knows – building a scene for us to build on.
We speak, in short bursts
Knowing that for the moment,
We are alone in the world.
Content, we blush, caught in young love,
And believe that life will folds
To our fitting.