The Love of You

My first public display of poetry was with this poem back in 1996, so it means a lot to me and too the person that I wrote it for...

I wish that I could walk on clouds
There is something pure about the sky
My worries would disappear
And I could live out a brand new life
Then I would be able to love
Just how love was meant to be
You would forgive my past mistakes
And walk upon the clouds with me

I wonder if I could fly
Would the sensation be as beautiful as it seems
Watching the birds soar high
Imagine the thrill and the feel of slipstreams
All my thoughts could be natural and true
No pretence no falsehoods would ensue
All I need is the freedom of love
Whilst soaring the skies with you

I envisage myself as a breeze
Playing lightly across open fields
Rising up to the top of the trees
Swaying among daffodils
Hide and seek with the sun and the moon
Floating high across clear blue seas
Whipping up Sahara sand dunes
In search of the sweet love of you

I sometimes think of myself as a wave
Gently moving towards a shore
To taste pebbles and shingle and sand
Before creeping away once more
And each time I returned I would seek
The one thing that I knew to be true
For despite all my thoughts I am lost
Without the sweet love of you