In the Dark in my Thought in the Rain

Serene Eternity of summoned sighs

Madrigal-murmur of lingering good-byes

Drifts on the fringe of first-flower tinged dusk

Imbibed with draughts of blue rain-song and musk

Futile, the fervor to beg of its dark

To reimburse one little flicker or spark

For hands cannot clench or re-capture once more

The moments that ripple to memory’s shore

Truth is a constant; its stance un-beguiled

Though seasons may ravage, determined and wild

It does not bend beneath Time’s moment-flow

Or flounder beneath bully breezes that blow

And we cannot cleave to our breast what is gone

Save for the echo of day that is done

Save for the tremor of love’s tender tear

Save for the whisper of those we hold dear

Serene Eternity of summoned sighs

Keening the gasp of immortal goodbyes

Here in the dark, in my thought in the rain

We surpass ramparts to dance once again

© Janet Martin