Thursday, February 27, 2014

Without a Kiss





How oft you come to me
And ring the morning bell
Then just as oft you slip away
Without a kiss farewell

You reach across the dark
To draw its veil ajar
Then soon it seems, soft you dissolve
Behind the evening star

I never can foretell
What nuances you bear
Or how your Master will design
The colors that you wear

But ever faithfully
Each morning you appear
To satisfy the waking hour
With laughter, song and tear

Then just as faithfully
As overhead the sky
Deepens, soft, soft you disappear
Without a kiss good-bye

© Janet Martin

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