Vapor-regale...

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.