a sweet moonlit kiss

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