Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Ephemeral Exchanges

The wind that blows the storm to shore
Will bear it back to sea
The dearth that draws you from my door
Will bring you back to me

The stream that steals my now-to-then
Will carry on its tide
The virgin morn waiting its When
As night and day divide

The breath exhaling to the blue
Replenishes its space
Where missing you and wanting you
And loving interlace

The wave that rolls across the beach
Dissolving in a gasp
Is like that moment out of reach
Yet slipping through my grasp

© Janet Martin

Do you ever feel this? I did just now as my daughter left for work.

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