Cloudy Thoughts

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. Brian Johnston January 27, 2016