Now That You'Ve Gone
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Brian Johnston
April 26,2014
Oh the air is not so sweet today,
Nor, I fear, will it be tomorrow,
For disgruntled love has left the fray
Of tortured wills that brought both sorrow.
Are yesterdays now just memories,
(Though some still may lie sweet on the tongue) ?
Times’ mists flood our love like tsunamis, ’
Burying fields that were green and young.
And just where is it that we’ve run to,
All our doubts, fears, and loss to allay?
Is there sunlight, warmth, and a great view?
Do we cower in caves of dismay?
Being alone is always a choice,
The choice to love should be as easy!
Both suffer times when we lose our voice,
We sweat when our garden’s not breezy.
If your leaving me was just a dream
Then I’m sure I’d know just what to do
I’d full rig my sails till just abeam
Then latch down all my gunnels to you.
The ships we’ve sailed have known different seas
And full different arms manned the tiller,
Compass our guide, we go where we please,
Our lives are our own, not just filler.
Now, by my hide, we’ve much to decide
If sun finds us still hitched tomorrow,
We’re both crusty, not here for a ride,
What’s lacking we’ll certainly ‘borrow.’
But say I borrow you and you me,
And betwixt us no party owning,
Could it be we might both then feel free….?
Blow me down! Her vows she’s intoning!
Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2014
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