Wishing for Words

Beneath the evening’s summer sky

The mist melts mutely on the dell

Where all the thoughts I cannot tell

Like unhinged flowers fall awry

Life’s imperfection strikes a chord

Somewhere within its ache exhales

As on the air the dusk impales

Itself on thought too keen for word

…and I would spell its vaunt for you

But, oh my love, to bare the whole

Is to unravel heart and soul

And darling, words would never do

Beneath the stars where daydreams sleep

I sample syllables of naught

But none can weave my wistful thought

Drifting into the drowsy deep

© Janet Martin

Sometimes the words that we would say

In hungry silence fall away...J~