we sit on a wooden bench and watch new lovers
play under the trees .. leaves fall and eyes wonder
we see the endless possibilites
we sit on the wooden bench as our hands near eachother
we blink as the sun warms our faces
irises revealed as we glance toward one another
our skin is soft and wrinkled and here we sit
on a wooden bench watching the sun set and rise
we are calm as we watch the possibility
basking in the light of our lives
my finger tips entwined with yours and it is enough
as we sit on this wooden bench
nothing can move us from the possibility of true love
for we see it growing under the trees