The sun crawls from its hiding place
To ether ladders scrawled in space
Where vapor-thin politeness graces,
Chases morning-tide
…and where dusk-velvet vesper dealt
Blue shadows, motionless they melt
Into nothing, seamless and svelte
As night and day’s divide
How is it, in the gathering
Of moments we are emptying
Yet all the while replenishing
With future-font, the past?
…your eyes tell me what words cannot
Propriety mutes un-spelled thought
We know only what Time has taught
Its friendship unabashed
The hierarchy of tick and tock
Scatters sweet summer to the walk
In petals, though we beg and balk
Days fill thought-gaze with years
…something akin to grief, I guess
Defends hope’s sudden helplessness
Where laughter yields to loneliness
As daylight disappears
© Janet Martin
