we stroll hand-in-hand
slowly meandering
the walkways in the moonlight
the shop windows calling to our desires
to view artifacts that connect us
in the emotional bond of remembering
to seek articles
that in our reminiscing
lift ancient losses to the ethereal
to be whisked away
by a sweet moonlit kiss
a kiss that restores us to the moment
where all else disappears
leaving us in comfort and contentment
enveloped in an aura of Love
. . .
the best is always yet to come
