On a cold winter's night

They sat, hand in hand

Ravaged by time

Old in design

 

Two dinosaurs

In a digital age

Still in analogue love

Upon a wireless hub

 

Sitting on a park bench

Beneath a full moon

At the end of their time

Bodies poised to resign 

 

As frost gathers around

They glisten as one

Hands intertwined

Old parchment defined

 

by the toil of life

And the flow of time

Drifting free of its wake

To the eternal break

 

60 years together

In each other's pocket

Just earthly loose change

Through life's great exchange

 

Such memories they share

(A time capsule of minds)

Of their first caress

Of a little red dress

Of that wanton smile

Of the initial denial

Of the realisation

of hearts being taken

Of confetti and smiles

Of rose wrapped aisles

Of laughter and joy

Of a girl or a boy?

Of a difficult birth

 

Of a new seed for the earth

 

Of a recovery too long

Of a bond holding strong

Of a love so entwined

Of contentment defined

 

But, their world has now gone

So they sing their own song

They'll do it their way

As 'ol' blue eyes' would say

 

So, now, here they rest

Two peas in a pod

Perched, ever so gently,

Upon the easel of God

A brush stroke in time

Part of the canvas devine

As they both fall asleep

While the sky starts to weep

They become effervescent

In the past and the present

The universe is theirs

As they walk up those stairs

Fragmenting to light

 

To illuminate the night.

 

 

 

©️  Stephen W Atkinson