(In Best Poems of 1998, a portion follows:) It was a cold winter day when love came. <br />Like a knock on the door of my consciousness, <br />like a rap at my window pane. <br /> The Sun, the Sand, and the Sea I wrote the novel, Edwardian Summer, about a <br />man in search of his youth. <br />It is a tale of anguish and joy, reminiscent <br />of eternal truth. <br />These are the dreams of you and me: <br />The Sun, The Sand, and The Sea. As a thief in the dark, the plunder of time grasps <br />our vigor and steals our lark. We relish a world <br />with less rigor. <br />These are the dreams of you and me: <br />The Sun, The Sand, And The Sea. A weary world steeped in distress: <br />Begets the universe, ethereal of sunshine <br />happiness. <br />These are the dreams of you and me: <br />The Sun, The Sand, And The Sea. The Sun, The Sand, And The Sea. <br />These are the dreams of you and me: <br />To live our lives, Savage and Free; <br />Under The Sun, In The Sand, And by The Sea.<br /><br />David A. Webb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-love-came/
