Tell Me Then...

Tell me then, when warm late-day shade bends

And blends with the clear, cooler rivers of dusk

When the air grows heavy with mist where the levee

Is cloaked in the heady young whispers of musk

As spring comes tiptoeing with emerald gown flowing

Dappled with stars of forget-me-not

As you sit and ponder the mysteries yonder

Tell me then darling, what beguiles your thought?

Tell me then, when still shadows are blotted

Gently from hedge-row and sea-bank and rill

And far overhead night’s awning is dotted

With silver-strung sequins and crescent moon frill

Tell me, what nurtures or tortures your being

Is it what must be or what lies behind?

When you close your eyes love, what is it you’re seeing?

What shapes the slideshow that plays in your mind?

Tell me then, when this hour’s tenure

Fades like a flicker into night’s abyss

And melodies tremble in unwritten splendor

Where thought is the Maestro of its own tenderness

Tell me my love, of the songs you are hearing

Strumming the back-drop of nocturnal deep

Tell me then love, for the morning is nearing

What is it you think of when you cannot sleep?

© Janet Martin

Higher Window~ Josh Groban