On the Porch

I pictured a yard with flowers wild I pictured a dog amongst the reeds I pictured a tree swing and a child I pictured a pond with swimming geese I pictured a mountain as my view I pictured a table rustic grained I pictured a bed to fall into I pictured a rug with memory stains I pictured a mug to sip my tea I pictured a hand that stroked my hair I pictured the shelves with books to read I didn’t know that you’d be there to share I’d always known I wanted someone near I’d always wished that someone else would hear The crickets with me as I sit at night And realize the dreams that turned out right