30th December

It was December night, All quiet outside, Except for the wind, With the moon shining light. Cold hands, warm breath, Walking side by side. Holding her hand, She held mine tight. Open lip locks Under the dim light. Feared none, 'Cause love was our guide. Gazing at the past, Coming from the stars, Said, "That's Grandma," As she was from arts. Wrapped inside pile of clothes, I felt just right. She, in top and shorts, Whispered, "This cold bites." Grew up in this place, Know every stone misplaced. But that night, Every sight was a sight, 'Cause I think Love was our guide.