Dancing in the Rain

Yiruma always makes me feel like writing:)...love songs

Let me love you

Darling, let’s stop keeping score

Starting over

Is not what I am asking for

But just another

Day-opportunity

To love you, darling

Like I thought that love would be

Let me love you

What if this day were our last?

Would its memory

Be the one that we hold fast?

It’s so easy

To forget what we live for

And all I’m asking

Is for one loving-you-day more

Let me love you

Only death makes it too late

To keep on trying

Let me love you, then today

This flesh-blood offering

Is all that I can give

But oh, my darling

Let me love you thus

Each day I live

…and let me love you

Like a slow-dance in the rain

I want nothing

But a day-chance to try again

Starting over

Is not what I’m asking for

But just to love you,

Oh my darling

Just to love you one day more

© Janet Martin

Gentle Dancer

His approach is soft and tender

She succumbs without a fight

Her warm gold-flecked gaze surrenders

To the deep blue eyes of night

There is comfort in his bearing

And a coolness in his stride

As he steps across the clearing

In the burnished eventide

He does not dictate her answer

She is drawn to his caress

As the night, a gentle dancer

Wraps the day in tenderness

© Janet Martin

  

Timeless Troubadour

My darling, tender, timeless troubadour

You come to me when deepened skies are still

No violin, no flute and no guitar

To soothe the sighs that press against my will

Oh mediator of the heart and mind

Oh, miracle of half-forgotten hope

Oh twilight troubadour, reckless yet kind

You stroll across the spirit’s silvered slope

With obscure fingers, softly you caress

The gilded latch, secured by daylight schemes

And easily it seems that you access

The storehouse of fond memories and dreams

Grand Maestro of entrancing, ethereal art

Oh lover of the tranquil midnight fell

You curve your melody around my heart

And move me in your transcendental swell

My darling, tender, timeless troubadour

I tremble ‘neath the movement of your touch

Oh gentle minstrel of the midnight hour

Tuning the breeze, the moon, the stars and such

Then, as you strum these astral instruments

And earth becomes a begging ball-room floor

You take me in your willing arms to dance

My darling, tender, timeless troubadour

© Janet Martin

Dream a Little Dream of Me   Michael Buble` 

J~

Heart-dance

I always liked the way you fit into that special part

of me; curved just for you somewhere deep inside my heart

I never need to wonder if you’re there because I know

I can feel you trembling where love’s tender moments glow

I like the way you never leave, although the past expands

Never us; our symmetry is not the touch of hands

but a dance; as two are one in pure and perfect art

Of un-penned compositions in the dances of the heart

© Janet Martin~

The Dance

Time will never stop turning
It’s always been this way
The tress rich and raven
Succumbs to soft gray
The hand smooth and supple
Bears life’s tender scars
We are only people
And time simply years
As the violin plays on…

Slow moving quadrille
Come my love, hold me near
It seems time’s old wheel
Is no respecter of tears
But it plucks from our fingers
Our most treasured things
As its harmony lingers
On effervescent wings
And the violin plays on…

Hold back your sorrow
Until some other day
Yesterday’s tomorrow
Is slipping away
While here in the arms
Of life’s bitter-sweet dance
We move to the charms
Of heaven’s soft glance
And the violin plays on…

Come oh my darling
Life hastens away
I see the soft morning
Become yesterday
Dance with me, darling
Let us not waste one song
For no one will tell us
When the music is done
As the violin plays on…

Janet~

The Music of Life...

The music of life is a wonderful song
Sung by the moments that ease us along
I caught an eighth-note when you looked at me
With eyes as blue as the deep rolling sea
And the lilt in your voice and the warmth in your smile
Is a beautiful ballad in life’s lonesome mile

Sweep me into your arms, oh my dear
There’s a song in the stars, and the morning is near
Here in the timbre of midnight’s dark sky
Trembles a love song as soft as your sigh
Warm as the summer, yet wild as the breeze
Strumming the grasses and tossing the trees

The music of life is a rare melody
Oh, how I love when you sing it with me
A ballad of whispers and wild winds and lips
As fleeting as the moment on our fingertips
Written in sonnets of laughter and tears
A love song of wishes and memories and years

Come, oh my darling, may I have this dance?
I feel the longing in your true-blue glance
As we move to the music of love’s symphony
The night falls around us in rich harmony
Come oh my darling, what more can I say
It takes more than the ocean to keep you away

Janet~

Already Taken...or First Spring Rain

Suddenly, softly the eager breeze scatters
Her deluge in a chorus of pitter-patters
Its music resembling distant applause
As it spills on the tempered gardens and lawns
We’ve waited so long to hear this refrain
This is the song of the first spring rain

Smothered pastures grasp for each drop
Hoping at last frigid gales may stop
Here in the harbinger of warmer dreams
Her laughter pours into burgeoning streams
Taunting, beckoning us to dance once again
To the rippling ballad of the first spring rain

Robins appear and sleepy buds waken
I’m sorry my dear, but I’m already taken
I’ve chosen to dance in the arms of the wind
In his blue-eyed glance I shall twirl and spin
For my anticipation has not been in vain
Oh the elation of the first spring rain

Janet

A Girl can dream....can't she? ;)

New Moves......

Give me time
I’ll find a better way to say it if I can
Maybe a rhyme
Isn’t the perfect way to touch a man
Give me a chance
Everybody makes mistakes you know
Come on, let’s dance
Under the moon, oh baby, nice and slow
I like the way
The starlight seems to twinkle in your eyes
What’s that you say?
Oh, I can’t tell you, it would ruin the surprise
No, give me time
I like the way you hold me close tonight
Oh give me time
And maybe then I’ll learn to get it right

Janet~

Vegetable Soup

Wash, peel, chop, slice
Measure, feel, pour, dice
This is my dance
Choreographed for me
Suiting my hands
Color and harmony
Of the purest kind
A gentle ballet
For the eye and the mind
Carrots orange, turnips yellow
Savory, warm, aroma mellow
Potatoes, cabbage, peppers, beans
White, purple, reds, greens
Here is nourishment for the soul
Season, cook, place into bowl
Supper time, rally the troops
M-m-m-m good, love served as vegetable soup

Janet~

I love making soup.
There is a pure kind of therapy
In chopping, dicing, slicing….
And preparing a good, wholesome supper.

Soon I'll Dance.....

Snowflakes performing
Their perfunctory swivel to the earth
Winds tossing them in
Thoughtless gleeful mirth
The deep dark blue
Of midnight’s throat
Amplifies earth’s
Dazzling over-coat
The silence creeps
Across the sky
I gaze upon
Its vaulted eye
And offer no
Caustic rebuff
To this colder
Side of love
I return its
Sullen glance…….
Soon, on fields
Of spring I’ll dance

Janet~

Then.....

If I had met you then
In the subway,
Or on a train
Or a wind-tossed hill in Spain
If I had met you
By sweet chance
And we had shared
A slow soft dance
Or dreams or coffee
Or a second glance
Then perhaps I would be
A whisper in
A shadow cast
A little flicker
In your past
The address in a pocket
Of a coat, not worn in years
The picture in a rusty locket
Or in sentimental tears
I would simply be
A faded memory
Someone you wish
You could see again
If I had met you
Way back then

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Places

There are places in my mind
I re-visit and never should
Then there are other places
I’d go back to if I could
But the memory is dimmed
By a misty shroud
Enveloped by time
In a hazy cloud

There are places I visit that
Are tender and dear
I go there once in a while
just to feel you near
Then there are places I avoid
For what is the use
Of returning to them....
I will remain a recluse

I sometimes visit the places
Where I hear the laughter
That rings in the corridors
Of my mind long after
The dance has ended
And our ways have parted
But I cannot
Remain broken-hearted

So I return
Surely there must be
A way to bring
Those days back to me
I return
Only to see
How far they have slipped
Away from me




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Janet Martin

Detraction.....

I could speak to you of the sullen slate sky
Hovering over golden tresses of wheat
Rumbling threats with flashing eye
Lurid, swirling sultry heat….
And I could try to describe the sun going down
A melting pot on the horizon
It were as if heavens most glorious crown
And all of earth’s rainbows were tossed in
And on the western sky-line spreads the
Glowing after-math
Of light and love and laughter
Flowing from a misty summer path….
And if I could I’d tell you
Of our dances in the rain
Freedoms pure sensation; blue
And laughing like we were insane
While inside the neighbors window
There is cast a querying eye
Life’s too short for sanity
When it comes to you and I
And I would describe the faces of
All the blooms that drink the heavens in
As I caress them with my words of love
They are more than petals and limbs
They are somber, drowsy, smiling maidens
Comrades; they laugh as we dance
And there’s something intoxicating
In each approving glance
Oh, there’s much beauty I could tell you of
Perhaps some you have never heard
But why detract from beauty and love
With something as fickle as words

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Janet Martin

Inspired by the sky tonight.....
..... and Anna Kerinina

If Only I Had Known

Oh my dear, if only I had known…
I would have held you closer
Whispered sweeter
I would have closed my eyes
And imprinted our last moment
On my heart forever
I would have danced a little longer
And softened my tone
When the tug of life was stronger
Oh, if only I had known….

Oh my dear if only I had known
I would have smiled more
And scolded less
I would have loved more fiercely
And done everything possible
To add to your happiness
There is no comfort
On the shoulder of a stone
I would have loved you better
If only I had known………..

So today I will hold closer
Whisper sweeter
I will close my eyes
And love deeper
There’s no way of knowing
When our last chance is gone
And we are left weeping
Oh, if only I had known
I could have loved you better
If only I had known

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Mere Existence

Shall we cower forever in a shadow?
Afraid to fly
Or stand inside a darkened window
Gazing at the sky
Shall we live without a dream?
And never dance
Or die and never live because
We took no chance……

If I stay in the darkness
What’s the use?
I can’t soar in a dungeon
Turn me loose
If I have laughed
I’ll shed no bitter tear
Missing you will be a cross
I’ll gladly bear

Today we live,
Tomorrow we may die
Sip gladly from love’s chalice
Dance and fly
Tremble in the arms
Of life’s embrace
Lest we should live and die
Without a trace

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Janet Martin

Yesterday.....

There are things in life that I have held
Never meant for me
Yet I've found a warmth within them
Like a soothing cup of tea
So in spite of disappointment
As it softly fades away
I smile in calm contentment
In the joy of yesterday

I don’t believe in coincidence
There’s no such thing as chance
I believe there is a reason
For every dance I dance
And if I turn to find, alas
That you have slipped away
I’ll dance with you upon the grass
In some sweet yesterday

I wouldn’t trade the tears and pain
For pleasures living-room
It takes the sunshine and the rain
To make a garden bloom
Though petals fall like crimson tears
As roses fade away
Their scent drifts ‘cross forgotten years
And my sweet yesterday

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Janet Martin

Dance.....

Slow motion, don’t let go
Oh you know I love you so
Life’s a slow dance ‘cross a floor
Where we can’t start over anymore….
Can I have this dance with you?
There’s no way of knowing
When our dance is through
So let’s dance, take a chance
Through caution to the wind
And dance……….

We can’t choose the music
Yes dear I know
Sometimes it’s a two-step
Sometimes soft and slow
Hold me close dear
Time’s not on our side
We cannot dance
When the music has died
So let’s take a chance
And dance……

Don’t be afraid, dear
I won’t let you go
Life’s a dance, love
I guess we both know
The music is sweeter
In each others arms
When life’s winds are cold
Love’s dance keeps us warm
So take my hand, take a chance
And dance………

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Janet Martin

Royalty......

Oh my darling, I guess you know
There are not too many places I’ve been
But in spite of this fact, of one thing I can boast
I’ve been made to feel like a queen
My palace is humble, yes, this is true
Perhaps rough and tumble with a cob-web or two
But here I am happy and here I have seen
What it is like to feel like a queen……

No flowing garments of satin and silk
I wear no tiara or crown
No wine on my tray, but there’s coffee or milk
Carried proudly by a princess half-grown
No team of white horses to heed my command
No chauffeur or carriage, no ball-room so grand
But I’ve danced a slow-dance or two in blue jeans
With reckless abandon unfitting for queens

Here in this palace we laugh and we cry
Secure as the world turns colder
Come here my darling; let me look in your eye
Let me rest my head on your shoulder
You are my crown, my jewel, my treasure
My prince, my love, my greatest pleasure
For here in your arms I know that I’ve seen
What it is like to feel like a queen

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Wait a Minute...

Wait a minute, what’s your hurry
Tomorrows still a night away
In the morning all the glory
Of the moonlight turns to gray
Dance with me for just two hours
‘Neath a sea of silver-blue
In a land of slumbering flowers
On a moon-lit avenue

Wait a minute, do you hear it
The slow murmur in the air
Like a warm, enchanted spirit
Hovering softly everywhere
Mingling with the half-breathed sighing
Of two hearts beating as one
In the midnight slowly dying
Or the hours before dawn

Wait a minute, before daylight
Steals away this rapturous bliss
I prefer the moody midnight
To the sunshine’s noonday kiss
Wait a minute, wait an hour
Wait a lifetime here with me
While we dance among the flowers
‘Neath a rippling moon-lit sea

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Blue-bells

The memory of that fair day
Unfolds like a blue bud
As I see in fond reverie
The hill whereon we stood
And in this quiet solitude
I pause within a trance
For I can hear the gentle tune
Of blue-bells as we danced

The wild rose weeps her petals fair
For many a spring has slept
And many a soul has wandered where
This tender bud is kept
But in the quiet half-moon sky
It soundlessly unfolds
As I remember you and I
In a hundred dreams untold

The night is heavy with the scent
Of blue-bells in the spring
But I am happy and content
When I can hear them ring
For in the softness of the air
Beneath a half-moon sky
I still see us dancing where
The blue-bells never die




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Janet Martin

It is a perfect half-moon sky tonight:)