Of Moments, Miles and Memories

Dream a Little Dream of Me

If we could rearrange moments and miles

And draw back yesterday from ether-blue

So we could bid careless farewells adieu

To kiss and cradle long those parting smiles

We would; but we cannot retrieve one sigh

Nor force into the bud the unfurled bloom

How swift the flower spills its fragrant plume

And bleeds its perfumed petals to the sky

Mingling with mortal merriment and tear

A flicker on this tiny blue-dot sphere

Passion and parting rend our inner deep

Moments melt into nothing, like the snow

An hour has no reins, its lilting flow

Shaping the miming memories we keep

The tempest of its echo stirs our tears

Yet there is no merit in looking back

Weeping for yester-years unyielding track

For even now this moment disappears

Leaving its little love-line on our face

And in our hearts a memory to trace

Moments of love, longing and loss converge

Future, present and past; they coalesce

To ravage our thought, keen and noiseless

Stealing our breath within their potent surge

Yet, thought is powerless to rearrange

The days that murmur twixt our cooling touch

As the expanse of moments, miles and such

Compile to shape the ache that comes with change

Sometimes I wish that I could shift those miles

To kiss and cradle long love’s farewell smiles

© Janet Martin

Take the time today, to kiss and cradle loved ones within reach

Tomorrow, today will be washed away like a footprint on the beach

And none of us can say who will be here; who will be gone

So take the time today to hold and kiss and cradle long…

J~