Two lovers

They walked in peace although the world
around them, knew not they: as they
were guided by the sight of the mind and
the heart, hand in hand they walked ,
with one leading the way, two blind lovers
they were, descending the stairs.

They smiled at each other as if they could
see each other’s smile as they chart along the
Path way in their own world of love which they
felt because they only believed; regardless
of the beauty of the eye : ugly or pretty.

Under the shade of the dark sky lighted by the
flame of the fire burning from within them,
brightening their path, two lovers walking side
by side, apart from each other as their eyes looked
at the different sceneries and heard,
their ears, the romantic parting song
of the thorn birds.

On their way up stairs, two blind
lovers in harmony with each other,
arms entwined, following the echo
Of the sound of those passing by:
their guide and guard; from an unseen
point to a known destination dodging
all on their way with care, arriving
safely at the top.