Intangible Doggerel

I keep you close

Intangible touch

Thought’s deft deliverance

Of echoes and such

 Willow-wind whispers

Of ‘what-once-had-beens’

Warms wanton waiting

Of touch in-betweens

Past is a poem

Of farewells grown cold

Hope is halo

Of tomorrow-gold

Destiny’s doggerel

Keens a ball-room

Where thought can dance

With what is yet to come

So I keep you close

Like intangible air

For nothing can sever

Two hearts held in prayer

Janet~