Sunrise

On a rainy morning you are not there

Where I can see your locks of gold

Cascading through the eager air

Into time’s ever-bleeding hold

…and yet, I know you wait beyond

This interlude of come-to-pass

To toss your diamonds on the pond

And tickle shadows from the grass

…and strum the lithesome lily-leaf

Or clothe that far celestial gate  

With coral-periwinkle sheaf

Too ethereal to imitate

The harvest of farewell is long

Desire cannot force away

The echo of a cherished song

Where naught but air holds you at bay

Oft, arm-in-arm we waded through

The noise of rhetoric and rules

 Knee-deep in fields of dream and dew

Where now a sea of sorrow pools

© Janet Martin