Friday, June 26, 2015

I Would...Just Once





Every now and then the When that taunts me from afar
Jars heartstrings and soft- vexes the imagination, oh
The impact of what slips beyond the frond of farthest star
Defies my best intention to focus on what I know

I know I cannot resurrect even one gasp when past
I know tis but in vain to plead for just one Yesterday
Futile to scan the faces that are ever memory cast
And somehow wish to Being that which Time has sealed away

But if I could, oh, foolishly, I know I would…just once
Allow another ‘one-more-last-slow-dance-before-we-part’
For then it would refresh the tender pledge echoes ensconce
Of your fingers slipping from mine to wrap around my heart

© Janet Martin

1 comment:

  1. "...what slips beyond the frond of farthest star..." that is a good one, Janet. Also like the imagery of the last two lines.

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