Friday, March 28, 2014

Interlude





My sweet, 
if on some far-off tonight
you think of me 
where the shade of moonlight
pools on a sea 
of intangible deep
and then, 
if thought keeps 
your body from sleep
as trembling touch lingers 
on over-and-gone
begging with fingers
clenched; empty at dawn
and should want and longing 
of whispers grown cold
interrupt oceans 
in your cup of gold
and if in the quiet 
of past middle-night
you grieve this thing 
that has slipped from your sight
then darling remember, 
that beyond midnight’s sea
tomorrow is waiting 
with what yet will be

© Janet Martin

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Thank you always for your visit and your thoughts.