Reservations are for Dreamers

There was a time when a lark sang
a soul stirred
a heart skipped its beat
and peace surrounded us--
The perturbations of love.
We knew the moment
we lived the part
We drank the wine.
Now those days are gone
and what was meant to be
faded into a wistful
reality devoid of
your sensual charms
our expectations
and the vibrant 
ticking of time.
I look to the stars
for respite and
they only remind me
of your eyes
your smile
and your breath upon
my face.
I walk along the beach
and now I stub my toes
where once I only
floated as I felt
your charms.
This too shall pass
the poet reminds me
But this time
those words are lost
in the ocean's roar
and in the mighty clap
of thunder
that reminds me
to find another
place.
This one is taken--
Reservations are
for dreamers.