Comrades of like mind
Soul-mates of a new kind
Oft I would linger with you
While the finger of mist and dew
Brushes the roses on the arbor
Lulls the waves beyond the harbor
I stay with you for I can hear
In your gaze so blue, so clear
The Voice of our Creator
Daylight distracts with color and flavor
But you, O night, wrap your
Dark arms around me
I’m glad I found you
And you found me
For we are soul mates
Of a different kind
Kindred spirits
Of moon light and wind
And tranquility
Marred at dawn
By humanity
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Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!