Come At Last To The Landscape Of My Dreams Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

A greater life, a little death in love:
When I was young, I practiced wide excess
And sought extremes to gain and then disprove
The latitudes of folly in romance.

Why dispute so large a territory
And leave behind such transient touchfalls?
Why dream discovery from every
Distant vista - new conquests and their spoils?

For in the wide expanses of my dreams
I sought the perfect one to make me whole
And lost my way in desolate extremes -
The desert of an empty earth - my soul.

But now I've found and touched what's real and true
The brave new world of deeper love with you.