When it will come...

When it will come...

There was a time when 
The music did sound sweeter,
Like the buds of roses 
In a garden day. 
There was a day when 
Time didn't matter 
And love took up spaces,
Filled our minds and hearts 
With peace and laughter.

There was a place for both these lives
A womb unborn. 
A hope forlorn. 
Like waiting for the clouds to 
Bring in summer rain. 
Or dancing with winds in the thick
Of a countryside plane. 
There came a move
Toward something new 
Like fresh leaves cut off
And thrown down, cast off, askew. 
Your heart began to harden 
Like a gated place I couldn't reach
Full up with steel and hard lines
And a forgotten time. 
There came an exchange 
From your eyes to mine,
Sun to earth. 
And night pride pushed up to a 
Different coast's moon. 
There moves a hope inside 
These eyes. 
There bears a dream inside 
This voice. 
That we shall sing the same song,
Dance the same waltz,
Never fight or embrace pains,
Take up the real things for
The sake of the toss. 
There will come a time, 
When I will simply know 
That hope has left me here,
Abandoned,
A down ship,
Water-filled & unmoving,
Sheltered to nothing,
Just barely looming. 
When that time comes,
I'll pack up all my wood,
Bear my cross & scars, 
And, move on like I should.

Jason Christopher Johnson
February 15, 2012