Red Bench


Red bench, lonely,

in the park,

no one seated,

no talk imparted.


No gossiping friends,

no imaginative youth,

no single reader,

to entertain you.


Your image,

I will bring with me,

and romantic thoughts

with you, leave.


May two destined lovers find you

and stay awhile,

whisper sweet-everythings

and magically slow time,


exchange the glances of

wordless love songs,

resurrect laughter

buried for so long,


reflect realizing dreams

in starry sun-kissed eyes

until fingers gravitate

and eternally intertwine,


and colors paint

everything brighter,

falling upon you

and the lovers





Poem and image ©Laura Denise

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