Yesterday's Rhyme

(getting home-made cards is a beautiful memory we can open again and again!) its the best part of birthdays.

When sky–lines are swaddled in garments of dusk

And we have per-used hours wafting un-kissed

When into the archives of Past we entrust

This Thing formed of waiting and wondering mist

Lord, I pray if it may, oh, let it be

A beautiful, beautiful memory

When what is waiting becomes what once was

When live-learn-love claims this tittle in time

Then we can never unravel the gauze

Willing its twill into yesterday’s rhyme

But, please, dear Lord, oh, if it pleases thee

May it weave a beautiful memory

When what we hold of this ethereal thread

Falls through our fingers into nevermore

When future fills what is done and what is said

as After exposes what now is Before

Lord, I pray if it may, oh let it be

A beautiful, beautiful memory

© Janet Martin

So linger in love’s kiss,

And don’t just touch, feel

We hold for a moment

What new moments steal