Monday, June 7, 2010


In the pale and softening sky
In the willow lullaby
In the green field bathed with dew
I think of you

In the scent of every flower
In the breathless midnight hour
In my silent, solemn rue
I think of you

In the tears that softly glisten
In each echo as I listen
In a vault of endless blue
I think of you

In each love-stained memory
In each wave upon the sea
In the sun-set’s fading hue
I think of you

As I look up to the moon
As I hear love’s mournful tune
As I wish upon a star
There you are

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Janet Martin

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