A Time For Thinking
It’s the time of year for thinking.
Winter is coming soon.
The sun’s still bright enough to start me blinking.
I wonder if tonight I’ll see the moon?
Weather is still clear enough for that.
I think about the summer nights.
Sky was clear & stars were bright where I sat.
The summer days were bright.
The long summer evenings were warm.
Much to warm to sleep with ease.
Despite that, I am often torn
between that and winter’s freeze.
Autumn is a lovely time.
The trees turning a beautiful color.
Soon it will look like a naked vine.
Leaves will have fallen to the gutter.
Then I think of the green, green spring.
Things are alive and flowers bloom.
People’s laughter has a certain ring.
Lover’s heart’s will swoon.
Then I think about my love for you.
With all it’s twists and thrills.
I have often acted the fool.
As I tried to win your heart to fill.
Fill your heart with love for me.
But, alas, this cannot be done.
I finally have come to see.
I only put you on the run.
You run to avoid feeling controlled.
I am making the choices for you.
You fear becoming a puppet controlled
by my desires and feelings for you.
You are an independent thinker.
I can’t tell you what to do or not do.
If my heart was I boat I would sink her.
Easier to take than life without you.
So as my love life enters it’s winter’s stage,
I look forward to spring’s new life.
For with it maybe will come a phase
of love with you that is out of site.
A love with understanding and communication.
A love that is the shining star
of any romance with communication.
A love that loves you for who you are.
Not someone I would want you to be.
But, someone who is her own person.
Someone who is born to be free.
Yet, at my side as a loving person.————-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)