Monday, June 14, 2010


Wind and moon on the ocean crest
Faint light croons in the slumbering west
This is the hour I love the best
With music warm and gentle
Wind-tossed willow silhouette
Mossy pillow ‘neath my head
Listening to a night quartet
Your arm a lovely lintel

As the starlight falls like snow
In silver flecks ebbed to and fro
Reflecting in your eyes soft glow
A deep and earnest haunting
Reverberates without a word
As gravity of earth is stirred
Time and reason become blurred
In songs of grief and wanting

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Janet Martin

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