Dusk is donning its cape early on this cold, rain-dreary day...
There is something akin to loneliness in you tonight
But to identify it truly, oh, I cannot, quite
The brooding of your tone vexes what thought cannot attain
…the blue of what has never been nor ever will again
And when you drape your cape beneath dusk’s low, cavernous
deep
And when you come to draw me from the fringe of ‘almost
sleep’
And when the night lays plush and still against the
windowpane
I feel that which never quite was, yet, cannot be again
…and if you would draw nearer I could better see your face
To glean from its expression that which thought cannot quite
trace
But you are always only near enough for ear to hear
The essence of your presence; like the wind shedding a tear
The melody that drifts through me when light of day has fled
Echoes the unlearned art of farewell without longing’s
thread
Where love binds near and dear though warmth of touch is
torn apart
Save for the certainty of you and me still, heart to heart
There is something akin to loneliness in you tonight
But to identify it truly, oh, I cannot, quite
The brooding of your tone vexes what thought cannot attain
…the blue of what has never been nor ever will again
© Janet Martin
"I love this weather", said Victoria as she splashed through the doorway and I laughed out loud because I understood her perfectly!
Hi Janet,
ReplyDeleteI heard about your stormy weather from my daughter, today, and your enchanting, dramatic tribute to it, has made me crave that moody, Canadian spring, so finicky in feeling, fluctuating from 'dreary' to delightful, teary to joyful, all before our eyes.
Thanks for sharing!
Poppy
:) it was a perfect pour-another-cup-o-tea day! Yes, that's perfect; a moody Canadian spring day...' so finicky in feeling, fluctuating from 'dreary' to delightful, teary to joyful, all before our eyes.' Thank-you, Poppy.
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