Ph: Love: Cloudy Thoughts - Poem by Brian Johnston
I thought you were my future but
Now that is in the past
Like white clouds on horizon's edge
That no one had forecast
A gossamer abstraction grown
Though promise didn't last.
How easily my dreams took wing
At your advancing swell
But rising sun burned off your shade
Like fog upon the dell
And by life's midday you were gone
No more love's citadel.
You aren't at fault that love was lost,
No shame cast on your will,
Not every house that's ever built
Births city on a hill
And yet I can as poet might
Declare I love you still.
My carpentry's not artisan
My rhymes are black as coal
My speech would make a sailor blush
But I would serve your soul
And dream of you still in my life,
Your happiness my goal.
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