The Power of Love

The Power of Love by Bonnie Johnson - Feb. 2007

He told me, if he died first, he would come back for me.
I would laugh and tell him
I’d believe it when it happened.
I have learned now to never doubt the power of love.

On March 24th one of my cats passed away
On March 27th I had a dream that my cat was crying
I had to find him. When I found the cat
He turned into my best friend, Rick.

He was lying there crying. He said he was sorry.
I woke up and later that morning
Received a call from his wife.
Rick had passed away in the night.

He told me he would come back for me
and I laughed. Never doubt the power of love.
That night Rick came to me in my dreams
He told me he was taking me with him.

After a forty-two year relationship
Where we would vacillate between lovers
And friends, he couldn’t go on
Into the after life with out me.

He put me on a bike and had me
Riding down a mountain pass.
He watched on as a truck plowed
Down the mountain, out of control,

It headed right towards me.
At the last second I was able to jump
Off the bike out of the path of the truck.
But he wouldn’t give up.

He wasn’t ready to let me out of his life.
Even if it was the after-life.
I found myself back on the mountain pass,
But this time with a group of people protesting.

I was never quite sure what
We were protesting, but there he sat,
In his wheelchair watching and waiting.
A fire broke out in the trees around us

It quickly worked its way to the mountain pass.
I ran and ran! My legs moved faster
Than I ever thought they could.
I literally ran for my life.

Then I was off the mountain
I found myself in a building.
He told me to follow him.
We could be together forever.

Taking me to a window I looked out.
I realized we were very high above a city.
I could barely make out the traffic below.
“Follow me,” he said. “It’s safe. You can do it.”

Then he rolled out the window and was gone.
I backed away quickly and woke up.
But it was over for the night.
I felt he had been given three tries

To get me to go and then he had
To leave without me.
He was sad I hadn’t chosen to go with him,
I told him I would join him when my time came.

Until then he could visit in my dreams
Whenever he chose if he agreed to never try
To take me before my time again.
He has chosen to visit and mostly

We play guitars and sing old songs.
We remember the happier times of our youth.
He told me if he died first he would come back for me.
I have learned to never doubt the power of love.