Dawn's Dance-card

Come, oh my love, the sea of night recedes from ether beach

Its smattering of star and half-smile moon caught on its crest

As morning quells blue lullaby and beckons us to reach

To take her hand proffered, drawing us to living’s test

The feather-tree outside our winter-pane is in full-bloom

And I would be inclined to brush away its frigid sheaf

But we cannot haste moments nor their tasted drop exhume

In time, in God’s good time the limb will don spring’s lacy leaf

Come, oh my love, for who can tell what wafts upon the wing

Of silver-gray teasing the fainter shadows from yon sphere

I cannot bear to walk alone life’s sacred suffering

‘Tis easier to dance with your half-sigh against my ear

The willingness of clock caress compels us not to sleep

Already we can see the first-fruits of fair morning fade

‘T’would be a pity love, to miss what we can never keep

By slumbering through wide-flung frames of memories unmade

Someday perhaps when Duty-reins soften their rigid stance

Then you and I will sleep ‘til noon if we are so inclined

But until then, oh, come my love, we dare not miss the chance

To dance upon an hour soon, too soon left far behind…

© Janet Martin

We Write is sharing this video today...ah yes, let's dance to the music God gives us! Let it get caught in our toes and carry us...where? Who knows? Meanwhile, Joyful, Joyful We Adore Thee!