From a distance
She was a
dancing girl
I met on a
Bus to Venice.
Finding much in common
And shelter in laughter
On the short journey
We were piazza
Supper partners that evening,
Witnessed the new
San Marco moon
Hand in hand…
Were gentle lovers
By sunrise.
Such memories disturbed
By mistaken identity
And longing.
25/6/2013
A very melancholic write, but a gentle tale non the less.
Love this kind of thing. Indications but nothing definite. Was it a good or bad experience In the long run. we are left to wonder. Delicious stuff
very well-penned. great write. Thank you!
Ann Marie
Thanks Ann Marie, glad you found the time to drop by … and thanks for such positive feedback.
always welcome. have a great day!
Oh how longing can be so many things…joy….hope…sadness…uncertainty…excitement….
A wonderful word packed with possibilities
Unless you are mistaken 😉
it was a beautiful night you had and the memories are forever etched.
SHINING EXAMPLE OF THE EMOTIONAL WAVES OF HEART AND SOUL.
this has just made me nostalgic of feelings I even haven’t extremely felt. Magical feeling. thank you!