Ah, Day Slip Softly Over Me

Ah day, slip softly over me

In cloth of home-spun filigree

Then, drench my senses with your smile

And bar my thought from longing’s guile

This cup I hold, oh, kindly fill

And let the gold of moments spill

Between life’s memory-pages where

Love’s echo long will linger there

Ah, weave with your ethereal thread

Assurances greater than dread

And let me gratefully appraise

Time in its firm, insistent ways

Ah, day slip softly over me

A simple, June-some melody

Ere shadows reach then fade into

Dusk’s meadow of starlight on blue

…and as I pause to recollect

Those things that none can resurrect

I pray, oh let me keep a part

Of you forever in my heart

© Janet Martin