Of Moment-tides

In the transparent hull of moments

We spill dreams, triumph and tears

Leaving in their wake behind us

Drops that turn to weeks, then years

Last night the still and sable hollow

Of deep-fall tranquility

In a foray of keen echoes

Hurled its torrents over me

Translucent, its mighty upheaval

Vexed me from Time’s tear-stained graves

Where the dream mislaid the dreamer

In sheer moment tidal-waves

But still the gossamer allotment

Of Love’s patient mercy-stream

Washes far the deep-night tempest

Where dawn’s virgin waters gleam

And we, with out-stretched hope approach them

Point our sterns into the glow

For the moment-faring traveler

Cannot quell its ceaseless flow

© Janet Martin