Of Farewells Never Spoken...a message to the Past

 Pad Challenge day 3: Write a message poem

Somehow we brave the silence where farewells were never told

Time’s silver strings a labyrinth of dreaming and despair

Moments mete minute messages; night-ness and morning gold

We fill its rooms with vanity and memory and prayer

Oh, I have strained to touch you but Time’s hours intervene

The busyness of Bygone is a double-edg-ed grief

Where laws of hope and heartache poise twixt ‘will be’ and ‘has been’

In moment-meted mercy of desire and relief

A sea of echoes rushes through the hollowness of want

Futile to fret and hunger for a ripple in its grasp

Life’s hierarchy of happiness is not within the taunt

Of farewells never spoken, but in moments that we clasp

The girth of Past expands, yet we are ever far apart

For slipping through our fingers is Time’s tender moment-string

Those farewells never spoken shape the treasures of the heart

Thus we lift up each moment-cup to drink its offering

© Janet Martin