Upon Their Falling in Love

It was the time

To promenade
Take in the sights
And quote quietly
Things wise others said
In a celebration of sunrise
She wandered in pink
An edging of rose
Against the aged tan
Of immortality in stone
Wandering alone
The wind whistled
Behind and around her
An uplifting call
As her skirts clustered
And the edge of a shield
A pale lace veil
Slipped away into the eddies
Of the mischievous current
And was caught
Not crumpled
Within the hard hands
Of a man in twilight’s garb
Red gold over soft blue
And a smile as soft as shadow
Two quick steps
And he was there
As she was still turning
Tangled and unaware
Of the lights and shadows
That met in their meetings
That graced her hair
And glossed his eyes
Neither seeing
The portrait of poetry
The others paused to note
He took her slipping hand
And steadied her against the stone
As she took her quivering shield
And still left her face open to his
Their names slid forth
Gently
With smiles to comfort their landing
And twilight took sunrise
Touching her hand
By surprise
With simple apologies
Loss and retrieval
All hope was lost
All future gained
Within the four breaths
Of – Very pleased sir.
And – honoured madam.