Cotton-candy Melodies

Wind woos through wooded hues with blues and blush-jazzy appeal

It seems to play upon a sense of loneliness I feel

I’d skip the ‘I miss you’ but then, what good are memories?

Sweet, sweet the tempo of time’s cotton-candy melodies

Don’t cry for me, for we are all in this together, oh,

And everything we hold the prelude to its letting go

The once-upon-a-time of youth melts on a begging breeze

And seals sweet summer in pink cotton candy melodies

O-o-o-oh, a-a-a-a-ah, the minstrels croon and snuff high-noon with lowered dusk

And we pretend that we have grown immune to its blue-brusque

-ness that tousles our dreams and flings them far out to sea

Where they return, requiem of cotton-candy melodies

© Janet Martin

 Summer is Time's cotton-candy; a sweet momentariness