Of Ranklings and Rendezvous

Tonight the night won’t yield to me

The outline of fence-post or tree

Tonight the dark is dark as ink

And all that I can do is think…

The rendezvous of page and pen

Can torment even stronger men

I reach but cannot touch the brink

To spell these wordless thoughts I think

The rankling of the mind and heart

Are ever near, yet far apart

Can Prudence coalesce with She

Who dares to dream in poetry?

Silence seduces sorrow’s sigh?

Tonight the earth is full of sky

Longing could fill its void of naught

But for your whisper in my thought

You are here and I am there

Together in the dark night air

Nay, I am here; are you with She

Who rends the night with poetry?

© Janet Martin