Long as the sun shines high,
and the ocean breeze swifts me away,
you and I will be together,
no matter what they say.
we’d lie on Cranby Rock
still as statues.
Above us would be the pitch,black sky,
enlightened by wishful stars.
The waves would bore into the silence,
as the tide crept in.
And when the crystal bubbles would begin to tickle our toes,
we would know it was time to go.
Both of us would watch the pinecones crackle and pop within in the fire
entranced by its ever growing flame.
The smoke would fill our lungs, and batter our eyes.
Yet we‘d stay long enough to hum Oh my Darling by the fireside.
We’d fish along Bluffer Brook,
tying yards of string to a stick and calling it a rod.
Next we ‘d attempt to catch the tadpoles with our scab-covered hands.
And every time, when we’d return home, momma would throw us in the shower.
Every fall, we’d collect leaves under the sugar maple.
When mamma came to find us,
we’d dive into the leaves
giggling as though she really couldn’t find us.
Back then, time was a four letter word,
and sleep was of no matter.
We were enclosed in a perfect world,
lined with roses that looked as if they had come from an angel.
The times we shared are forever locked in my heart.
Well, if those memories I had with you existed.
Because you are a figment of my imagination.
Looking up at the stars beside me, humming beside me,
fishing beside me,and raking the fall leaves beside me.
And after all these years I’d forgotten the fun I had with me, myself, and I.
Any advice to make this better would be great!