An evening

The colour of the amaretto gleaming in the glass
Like the setting sun over the horizon
And in the evening shadows
He sat there, the epitome of peace
Romance sparkling in his eyes
And the subtle curve adoring his lips
The silent statues heard the silent words
For the fragrance of raw almonds mingled with breath of amour
Words had their own melody
For she babbled on and on
And the infants smile never departed from those lips
Her bursting enthusiasm, her waving hands, her dancing eyes
Were welcomed by the warm face, the obedient hearing
His serenity that of a wandering soul who found its abode
The composed demeanour of en Englishmen wooing his lady love
The elegance of the ballet in the halls of royalty
And all this a tale of centuries, the heritage tale handed down generations
Told on the stormy night to toddler by his wrinkled granny
A tale knitted dotingly with mysteries
And there under the star studded sky…two souls turbulent yet calm
Two souls silent yet speaking
Two souls lost yet found
Two souls yet one moment
And I may not be there and you may go away
But a moment is created, an eternal one….