This day gently tethered
by Duty and dream
Dissipates; with it
its marvel and muse
No second chance to
replenish its dues
Ethereal frigate on
Time’s vapor stream
Filling the night
with farewells’ fond requiem
Once upon childhood
we thought not of years
For Time was a
gondola drifting at ease
And we were quite
eager for wide open seas
Oblivious to how
soon Time disappears
Caught on its
ripple of laughter and tears
Silver-mist
schooner, soft swiftly you sail
Bound for a shoreline
where Time will abort
And all we know is God
waits at its port
Where now we lean
to peer over the rail
Grasping at droplets
of vapor-regale
© Janet Martin
It's late but I wanted to post a little something to try out our new computer after the old one died, suddenly; now we are up and running again.
Hope you all had a happy Saturday.
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