Blindly and Blue...

PAD Challenge day 8: write a blind poem

Sometimes I wonder if it’s you

That comes to me blindly and blue

To press in urgent tenderness

Where only whispers can caress

A bivouac of afternoons

Elusive as a world of Junes

Where we fell victim to a clock

That sealed the field we used to walk

And stole the years we thought were long

Before the roar of season-song

Closed doors we didn’t even see

While we bloomed wild and fancy-free

With spice of life burning our tongues

Because we were in love and young

With dreams to spare and time to waste

Before the air was full of haste

While love was blindly, kindly true

…sometimes I wonder if it’s you

That comes to me blindly and blue

To wonder if I miss you too

© Janet Martin