Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Holding On...


This time I will hold on
A little longer
Absorb every detail
Until I am stronger
With painstaking attention
I trace every part
Pondering it deeply
In my heart
The low-flung cloud
In tumbled sky
Reflects within
My restless eye
The pastureland
Weary and wasted
Stripped of freedom
Tried and tasted
The sighing of
Melancholy
Moaning above
A rain-swept lea
The warmth of August
On the wind
The warmth of you
Against my skin
The ticking of an afternoon
Full of love
And gone too soon
Over the hill
And far away
Into the fields
Of yesterday
This time I hold on
But in vain
This moment is gone…
…and will not pass again

Janet~

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