Bench

I wait  for  the  day
Somebody
will  sit  by  my  side
on  the  bench

and  we'll  gaze  upon
the  first  fiery  blooms
of  the  tall  flame  tree,
and  enjoy  the  peaceful  silence

we'll  watch  the  stars  
from  the  roof  above.
And  enjoy
each  others  embrace,
before  facing  the  toils
of  the  world  below.

Until  we  sit  on  each  side
of  that  creaky  old  bench
and  enjoy
the  remaining  light

again