An Echo's Silhouette

  

Tonight my love, the dark is ravenous for thoughts lonely and blue

When will the curse of longing wane without the want of you

I cannot dare to bleed in ink the breadth of what is not

Nor am I brave enough to bare the hunger of my thought

The music of a memory my love, is bittersweet

Like midnight when the moonlight and the dark of night compete

Or pictures on a heart-wall or an echo’s silhouette

…to think that once I thought perhaps someday I would forget

The habits of an hour remain staid, its firm discourse

Brushes a thousand afternoons to naught in soundless force

Before becomes the after; we are always in-between

The morrow’s sure uncertainty and yesterday’s ‘has been’

Laughter, like paper covers can offer a thin disguise

But it can never hide those frames we see behind closed eyes

Tonight my love, the dark is ravenous, the wind is blue

…to think that once I thought perhaps I would stop missing you

© Janet Martin