Only The View Poem by David Lewis Paget

I like to walk on the beach, I said,
As it sweeps around in the bay,
There isn't a single building here
To rise, or get in the way,
It's as it was when the world was formed
For only the tides will change,
And God sits there in his easy chair,
There's nothing to rearrange.

You brought me here when the sky was clear
In the first full flush of love,
Your eyes met mine, they were so divine
And I thanked the Lord above,
For what were the chances of meeting you
In the larger scale of things,
Angels are usually out of view
But they gave your soul bright wings.

It was just by chance, but I saw you dance
When you thought you were on your own,
But I was out in the park at dawn
When you fluttered down from your throne,
I thought my eyes had been mesmerised
When you twisted, turned and spun,
That perfect grace, and an angel's face
In the rays of the morning sun.

You brought me here to this lonely beach
Where the love we made was fun,
But then you said it was out of reach
It would soon be dead and gone,
For nothing as fine as this could last
It was tempting fate, you said,
And ‘darker shadows will come to pass'
Were the words I came to dread.

The season is brief for everything
For life, you said, for love,
And youth is merely the briefest dream
When it comes to push and shove,
But I walk the beach now the years have gone
With the memories that we share,
But now you share them from up above
With God asleep in his chair.

The future yawns, for we're just the pawns
In some sad, celestial game,
A brief exposure to happiness
And the rest in eternal pain,
So I walk the beach for I try to reach
The days I was here with you,
Your shadow teases me at the breach,
In the end, there's only the view.

20 December 2014