walking down the breezeway
holding hands
she leans on his shoulder
he holds her by the waist.
Two old people sitting in a booth
ordering the special
they both have shared in the good
in the bad
and all the in between's.
An innocent child waits by the staircase
while mother locks the door
their one bedroom is a safe place
they both hold on to the railing
as they descend wind blows
the hair from their face.
He sits on a stool
in a bar
with a drink that never runs out
his worries, all watered down,
cease to exist for just a little while.
She hangs out at a party
suitors all tend to her needs
the well never runs dry
when so many are willing
giving it all they have,
but it's all just a game.
In dreams they meet again and again
aging stops
preconceptions stop
it's the purest feeling
as water dragons dance for them
love flows yet again.
