When Love Came Poem by David A. Webb

(In Best Poems of 1998, a portion follows:) It was a cold winter day when love came.
Like a knock on the door of my consciousness,
like a rap at my window pane.
The Sun, the Sand, and the Sea I wrote the novel, Edwardian Summer, about a
man in search of his youth.
It is a tale of anguish and joy, reminiscent
of eternal truth.
These are the dreams of you and me:
The Sun, The Sand, and The Sea. As a thief in the dark, the plunder of time grasps
our vigor and steals our lark. We relish a world
with less rigor.
These are the dreams of you and me:
The Sun, The Sand, And The Sea. A weary world steeped in distress:
Begets the universe, ethereal of sunshine
happiness.
These are the dreams of you and me:
The Sun, The Sand, And The Sea. The Sun, The Sand, And The Sea.
These are the dreams of you and me:
To live our lives, Savage and Free;
Under The Sun, In The Sand, And by The Sea.