It would be
A deep dark tonight
Save for the mist
Of amber light
Spilling circles on the snow
Beneath the rain-drenched street lamp’s glow
It would be
So still tonight
Save for an intimate echo
To requite
The surging want of what is not
But for its image in my thought
It would be
Lonely tonight
And the chancellor of moments
Both black and white
Would steal the slumber from my eyes
Save for the wind-song lullabies
Yes, it would be
A heavy dark tonight
Save for the promise
Of morning light
And the warmth of hope’s caress
Whispering against the quietness
© Janet Martin
Janet, that third stanza knocked me out. I had to read it several times.
ReplyDeleteHi Janet,
ReplyDeleteI enjoy the images you present in these lines:
A deep dark tonight save for the mist of amber light
The surging want of what is not
save for the wind-song lullabies
a heavy dark tonight
The poem offers images for the senses and says more than the words themselves. I like this.
Sara and Carol,
ReplyDeleteThank-you so much! this is one of those poems that simply poured out without pause~