Contemplating Love
Walking by the sea alone.
Kicking up sand & little stones.
Contemplating my own love life.
Mostly, it is heartache & strife.
I find a large spiral shell.
I listen to it & hear the swell.
It sounds just like the sea.
Then, I think of your love for me.
They say nothing lasts forever.
Yet, it could be a whole lot better.
I wonder where it went astray?
My mind wanders to another day.
Another place, another time.
A time where you are always mine.
A place where all that we do
is done to show our love is true.
Such a place is called paradise.
A place where everything is nice.
It seems it only exists in the mind.
There, it is safe, all of the time.
If possible, I would go there with you.
Then all my dreams would come true.
Our love would become as one.
We would have an eternity of fun.
Anything we did or anywhere we went
would bring more joy than peppermint.
Our lives would go down in history.
The “Book Of Love” would be you & me.
Day dreams; a great form of escape.
A way out of reality’s fate.
But, then, it all comes to an end.
The sun goes down & the wind comes up.
The beach is nothing but a deserted cup.
Something to hold my tears of sorrow.
I sit here & cry, thinking of tomorrow.
I drive home, trying to think of a way.
A way to bring you to paradise for the day.
Let that day stretch into years.
No more sorrow, no more tears.
Just you and me, making history.
It will happen dear, if you’ll just stick with me.
———————————————R. W. Johnson—–2015)