A pond in green


Through the blaring of the band
He took her hand
And through the glossy night
They found a green darkness
A bench shielded in verdant plumage
Faraway lights yet caught
And danced upon the water afore them
Behind them the shroud of green
Afforded protection
From the hall
And the scene
He removed the giant bow from her hair
It is ridiculous after all,
She thought
And there near the twinkling lake
They held each other
And knew no other
It is exactly a dream
She felt
And knew it to be so
For she knew their time short
And nearly over now
So she whispered his name
Caught a disorderly lock
Between her finger and thumb
And turned her pool black eyes
Into his hazel ones
To memorize forever
This moment.

Author: xx culture

Anthropologist, disaster analyst, ranger, drama instructor... Those are just the professional titles. Writer and composer I am still working on, professionally at least. I invite my friends to submit art and literature to this page.

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