If You Could Talk Would you Tell Me?

Are you lonesome tonight?

Is that a tear in your sigh?

Do you find yourself searching

for days long gone by?

Do you miss that soft evening

of silver-green grass

Where we never considered

the hours that passed

as you strummed the fair lily

and she closed her dark eyes

sweetly content

beneath your lullabies

Oh, do you wonder

where the moments have gone

as you whimper and wander

in the dark all alone

over a thoroughfare

stripped of its gold

where Time’s grand proprietor

brazen and bold

steals from beneath you

the moments that be

swept to the hollow

of sweet memory

I hear you rushing

outside my front door

invisible ocean

without form or shore

You howl at my window

just beyond my sight

Cold, roving wind

Are you lonesome tonight?

© Janet Martin

The wind is howling tonight...he sounds sort of lonely.