Summer Saturday Song

Oh, let me touch you slowly, thread my fingers through your sigh

There is something softly holy in the way you fill the sky

And I know from past experience how you blithely fall away

And how tiny moments soon become ten-thousand yesterdays

Oh, let me hold you softly but with hunger and delight

Gardens spill flowers, my darling; leaves of summer lose their fight

For we cannot thwart the order of this forward-facing leap

But content ourselves with hours ere they fade into the deep

Oh, let me feel you fully where your colors grandly reach

Purple clover or a sea of gold where sunsets bathe the beach

Then, when it fades to crypts where forefathers have tarried long

We will sigh with pleasure on our lips; ‘oh, how I loved that song’

© Janet Martin