Wishful Thinking

I'd like to walk once more on a pristine shore And feel the morning sun caress my face. I'd like to smell the crisp, clean, salty air, Feel playful ocean breezes rustling through my hair, And should storm clouds dare to gather there, I'd laugh out loud at those scowling clouds, Throw off my shroud of solitude and revel in the rain. I'd like to forget about space, and time, and place, And age, and loneliness, and pain. I'd like the bliss of a kiss and a warm embrace, And if the universe would care to spare One single final coup de grace, I'd like to be in love again.