Soft evening light
washed away their  blemishes,
resulting in a pleasance;
the effect  is of water color painting.

Holding coffee mugs,
a man and woman sat face to face
on rough wooden benches
leaning on the back rest
under the green umbrella
of a tree standing still.

Though in an unlikely age,
they were lost
in to each other's eyes,
yet his left eye captured
the blue silhouette,
of a dreamy mountain
at a distance.

Perhaps they have
lot of stories to share,
commotion of sprightly kids
running around them in circles,
filled a void, long existed;
made them forget losses,
though for a bit.

They wouldn't have met
long ago, it's evident,
but how much they could exchange
even without words!