Like the Wind Shedding a Tear...

 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!