ROMANCE LOST

There's a place out there that's heaven on earth,
where waters tumble to the sea
with joyous sounds of rippling mirth,
through rocky gorge, 'neath hanging tree
where Nell walked hand in hand with me.

There's a place out there, I'd rather be
than where I am in fetters bound,
yearning for that joyous sound
of crashing surf upon the sand
where we walked hand in hand.

There's a place out there, it's not for me
the golden dunes, an azure sea
where cupid set my spirit free
that now is just a memory
of wind in rustling marram grass
and romance dead in noxious gas
that rose unseen
from my bare……
Aaaaaah……that’s better.

© BenCorde 2012