Alone

From the Malibu Hills I watch the blue boats sail to the high sea The early rain’s drops have furnished miraculously the green Ground below. I think about the morning after Where a past love was next to me. Do I cry? Do I remember this? Yes! There is no rule for it; I am alone In this life and in this view what should I expect? While the boats, fill with laughers and joys, Splashing with blue water, are all what I vision to see? No! I just need her here, and there, And beyond the unseen bush to make love to her Again and again.