Go There, My Dear

Go there my dear, for tomorrow who knows?

Earth may be heavy with yesterday’s rose

Go there and do not look back then to pine

For what once was, but fell soft from the vine

Drink deep from the chalice you hold in your clasp

For Past builds its palace from This Thing that we grasp

Over and over, though seasons repeat

Time never refunds an hour, my sweet

…so go there and lie where the blue of the sky

Winks between green sweep of tree-lullaby

Go without guilt to the laughter of sod

Lie there and listen to whispers of God

Go while the rivers of summer run wild

Time weeps with echoes of yesterday's child

Take nothing with you save perhaps a pen

For darling, this day will never pass by again

Go where the rush of this moment-tide schemes

Tugging our thought between memories and dreams

For soon this day will slip, like all before

Into the eon of Time’s nevermore

© Janet Martin