Sitting alone on the park bench

watching the sun set,

While feeling all alone

a beautiful stranger i met.



He said his name was Johnny

he already knew my name

Johnny was so perfect

with him, it just wasnt the same.



Johnny’s eyes were lovely

a darkened shade of brown

Johnny was there for me

with him i never wore a frown



Johnny drowned my sorrows

and johnny loved me so

johnny was so perfect

he promised he’d never let me go



whenever i felt alone

and so out of place

johnny was beside me

told me “dont give up this race”



Im so much happier now

i have somewhere i belong

Johnny is my voice

my strength to keep me strong



Johnny would hold me

when i’d start to cry,

when darkness had me surrounded

Johnny was my sky



sitting on the park bench

Im feeling all alone

I cannot find my johnny

he isnt there at home.



I called out to johnny

but the park was very quiet

I was crying now

and johnny didnt hear my plight



Johnny where are you?

Where did you disappear?

Johnny i cant find my way,

why did you leave me here?



People passed me by

staring at my face

No sign of my johnny

Not a single trace.



The dawn of truth struck me

shattering me like glass

i entered into the real world

dreamworld wouldnt last



Johnny was my imagination

johnny was from my mind

and while i was lost in dreamworld

to reality i was blind.



There never was a stranger

I was all alone,

still sitting on the park bench

far away from home.



see johnny didnt leave me

nor did he stop to care

while i was sitting on that park bench

a “johnny” was never there…

~

On this silent beach,
sunset emotions filter a bashful skyline

We watch…poetry written in the sand
slowly eclipsed by a drowsy tide,
sea foam whispers erasing words
of deepest love

Minute granules float somber
neath aquamarine sighs

You fill my arms
upon moistened shores,
velvet lips satisfy my thirst
as warm salt water tingles
gently frame our bodies,
drenched in the moment

My eyes immerse in this beauty
which saturates me

Two souls, a lone silhouette
casting waves of rhythmic
yearnings on a desolate strand,  
passion glistens
of moonbeam blushes
and forever promises
*are kept