Our pinnacles, dungeons
Daily give and take
Are pictures soft-painted
On Past’s stilly lake
Tear-threaded triumph
And hellish heart-break
Spill into silence
On Past’s stilly lake
That Something we clung to
That birthday-sweet cake
…faint, frozen ripples
On Past’s stilly lake
Love, loss and longing
Together they make
Fantastic farewells
On Past’s Stilly Lake
Do not hold tightly
Or too lightly, This
Soon it falls prey to
What no longer is
Darling, each day
Is a fleeting handshake
Echoing playback
On Past’s stilly lake
© Janet Martin
Reflection-time has begun...;)
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