Love, Laughs, Adventure

Ah, what people want from words,
The perfect love poem, laughter,
Solace, superb adventures.

Here we are with none of those,
Sprawling patterns in the stones,
Shapes so faint you have to squint

To imagine the person
Or persons outlined therein.
You bring your meanings and sit

By the long shores of language,
Waiting to see if the waves
Will cough up a mermaid. Wait.