Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Where Midnight Poets Drink...





Now daylight stills its riot
Dark spills to hills and glens
It pours in blue, blue quiet
Like ink to poet’s pens

Time’s flesh and blood appointments
That stole the day afar
Are sequestered in silence
And pinioned with a star

Darling, the miles between us
Are not too dark or deep
See how swift thought traverses
And keeps the pen from sleep

The traveler of star-dust
Wherever she may stray
Is not alone or lost, love
A pen will find the way

As, large and wide the midnight
Fills earth and sky with ink
An ocean, blue and quiet
Where midnight-poets drink

© Janet Martin


2 comments:

Thank you always for your visit and your thoughts.