Once a Miracle...

Armed with what we have come to know

And greater ignorance

Darling, we hold close then let go

Learning love’s sweet, slow-dance

Dare we to wield scalpel of pen

And dare we let it spell

From private wound of heart-blood yen

Those words we cannot tell?

Will Want the ache of longing break

Through begging bars of skin

Hungry enough to undertake

More than dances within?

Darling, this clasping, rasping flight

Vexes our here-to-there

While time’s voracious appetite

Spills triumph and despair

Even December lips are soft

With promises of new

Where the old year spirals aloft

Before bidding adieu

Forgetfulness and ignorance

Are brave within a pen

Thus, darling we will take the chance

And dare to dance again…

Close your eyes love, sight distracts us

Words are wonderful

Whispered in the touch of what was

Once a miracle

© Janet Martin

Ah, those bittersweet slow-dances

Of looking back to gaze upon

Life’s ‘once upon a miracle’s

That I should have lived to love and be loved at all

...is a miracle!