Moving On

Moving On

Moving on.
It looks like I’m moving on.
It’s like a dark path I’m treading on.
I don’t want to be moving on.

I felt your love all around me.
Everywhere I looked, I could see.
Your love reaching out for me.
I knew your love would make me free.

It would guide me through the night.
I always felt it with all my might.
From the beginning, I knew it was right.
Your love would lead me into the light.

Moving on.
It looks like I’m moving on.
What happened? What went wrong?
I don’t want to be moving on.

I felt we were closer than water and fish.
Everything in my life depended on this.
My lover, my motivator, my all, my shelter.
Now it has all become Helter Skelter.

Perfection at its ultimate best.
Always one step above the rest.
To end it rips the heart strings.
All music ends. The birds won’t sing.

Moving on.
It looks like I’m moving on.
There is no way to get along.
I don’t want to be moving on.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)