Love-letter to the Lowering Dark...

I’ll take the kind entanglement of heartstrings caught on sad good-byes

Where daylight drains its elements of laughter into sleepy sighs

And oft, I, rendered speechless by the happiness of simple things

Could never dare to spurn the payoff that the beauty of love brings

I’ll take the tender torture of what is no more because it was

And I will double-dare the dark to draw thought-pictures on its gauze

The laws of love are double-edged and I am often caught off guard

At tug-of-heart by silvered-sedge or leaves strewn on dusk’s still-life yard

But I’ll take the entanglement of heartstrings caught on friendly, fond farewells

Humbled and honored by how life’s most simple things ring glory-bells

And oft, I, quite inept at shaping thought into exacting word

Must satisfy my gaping mouth to stutter this, ‘I thank You, Lord'

© Janet Martin

Thoughts and prayers with those in Paris...