Moment-mien

The mien that smoothly, softly crept

Across our childhood while we slept

Is the same tenure that still binds

Life’s timbre deep within our minds

And sometimes when the night is still

Or when dawn spreads across the hill

I sense a tug intense, obscure

I cannot bear yet must endure

With a brave smile upon my face

As I gaze on the resting place

Of moments as they gently swirl

The gossamer of laughing girl

And where she danced on springtime’s green

A woman stands where she had been

Janet~

I have not heard this song in years but this morning it popped in my head as I awoke!