Not What It Seems...

 This day's farewell bore a special brand of beauty; earth is a mosaic of sod, snow and sea!

You lay your farewell on the land

In blushing little lakes

Where dusk deepens its ether strand

Slipping beyond the brakes

Naked vision observes your flight

Into past’s memory-streams

Before the darkness snuffs your light

And you are gone…it seems

Oh, let the weary seek their cot

And may slumber be sweet

Without worry to perplex thought

…or despair or defeat

For midnight, like a phantom-guest

Waits at the morrow’s gate

To usher in what will be next

On living’s mercy-plate

Silence prevails; you disappear

Up to the Milky Way

Good-night and rest ye well, my dear

That once was our Today

You turn to wink then slip from sight

Knowing you’ll come again

To vex the laws of middle-night

With poetry and pen

© Janet Martin