Vesper...

I snagged a few pics from the front porch because it did not work to dash up the road tonight to get a better view, (due to getting home and quickly packing up hubby's supplies so he could leave... )

On westward shore to evermore the floor of heaven’s threshold gleams

And gathers from the sum of moments that which fueled yester’s dreams

And as the light of day grows dim farewell’s requiem tolls like a bell

It trembles in this cage of skin where soft the silent shadows fell

Then faded into blue on blue until the only thing we see

Are stars on stars on black on black and me with you and you with me

…and sometimes we feel caught between the love of what we have and hope

Where what we had slipped from our hands like the sun slips from far west’s slope

And fingers warm with what they held reach toward what yet waits to fill

The fond farewells that do not tell just how or what echoes will spill

Where the tree etched against pink air captures our gaze then disappears

Like a snuffed blaze into the haze that turns todays to yester-years

The moon lies like a glimmer on a listless lake of ebony

Today glints like a shimmer on the ageless page of memory

© Janet Martin