Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Sunrise




On a rainy morning you are not there
Where I can see your locks of gold
Cascading through the eager air
Into time’s ever-bleeding hold

…and yet, I know you wait beyond
This interlude of come-to-pass
To toss your diamonds on the pond
And tickle shadows from the grass

…and strum the lithesome lily-leaf
Or clothe that far celestial gate  
With coral-periwinkle sheaf
Too ethereal to imitate

The harvest of farewell is long
Desire cannot force away
The echo of a cherished song
Where naught but air holds you at bay

Oft, arm-in-arm we waded through
The noise of rhetoric and rules
 Knee-deep in fields of dream and dew
Where now a sea of sorrow pools

© Janet Martin

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