Anecdotal Love

I see a couple Hands entwined Casting sun-spawned Shadows on the Indistinct and indifferent Sand.

They whisper in voices Low and muted Perhaps secrets kept In the dark; Or the stories other People tell themselves About love.

These sounds reflect Our feelings And our need To give them meaning; To name them and Make them our own.

Words have this power To capture things And hold them close; But words are not enough To read the mystery In lover’s hands.

So, communication fails Like the light of the Setting sun; And what remains In dappled dusk; The silent bond of lovers Known only to those That share The secret heart At River’s end.