Trembling I sought you
And gently you came
Now the night fills
With echoes of your name
Love, loss and longing
Intertwine
Clinging in tangles
Of tattered vine
Trembling I held you
But just as I feared
In the first light of morning
You disappeared
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!