Intangible You.........

I only want a piece of you
To touch between your words
I cannot clasp within my hands
Some sentiment I’ve heard
I cannot brush my fingertips
Across the silent air
Or hold between my trembling lips
The echo of your prayer

I want a piece of you to quench
The sorrow in my hunger
Between my fists I cannot clench
The echo of last summer
I cannot reach to touch the wind
Or blue skies up above me
Tell me, is there anything
At all that you can give me?

I only want a piece of you
But that defies all reason
I cannot hold the color blue
The softness of your breathing
And just a little piece of you
Could never satisfy me
I realize, the whole of you
Is wrapped up deep inside me

Janet~

The Face in the Mirror....

You do not say one thing but mean another
There is no mystery in you I need to discover
I know more than I really care to
I know the undisguised truth about you
Your desires, your regrets, your thrills
I’ve beheld first-hand your clash of wills

Skin forms lips, cheeks, a nose
My eye-lids, they open, they close
But skin is merely a cover of flesh
The face in the mirror has no secrets
That I have not been privy to
Oh, yes, I know all about you….

……..of what makes you laugh, or weep
Of thoughts you caress before you sleep
I know what makes your pulses race
I know the person behind that face
I view it with startling clarity
I know that face; it represents me

Janet~

The Other Dream.....

You were there
Virility-charged air
Pulsed, throbbed, trembled

But like low-lying mist
Dissolves when kissed
Awakening stole the visual

J~

The Dream...........

I pushed my dreams aside……..
There were babies to hold
And tears to be dried
There were cheeks to kiss
And beds to make
Dust bunnies to catch
And cookies to bake
There were toys to pick up
And clothes to mend
Suppers to cook
And gardens to tend
Children to bathe
And stories to read
Messes to clean up
And bread dough to knead
And now and then a little gleam
As I recall a fading dream….

……..I pushed my dreams aside
There were bills to pay
Someone needed a ride
There was hockey and homework
And basket-ball too
Music recitals
And shopping to do
There were hands to hold
And fears to calm
Floors to sweep
The cookies are gone
Dishes to wash
Laundry to fold
Oh Lord, how fast
I’m growing old
And in my eyes the soft tears gleam
As I realize I’m living the dream

Janet~

Quiver......

Come my love, the shadows lengthen
Day is sinking low
The sky above is deepening
In whispers on the snow
And we must haste
We cannot waste
The remnant of its measure
The dark land lies
Beneath the skies
A low and muted pleasure

Come my love, there is no moon
The heart’s a lonely hunter
The echo of its mournful tune
Drifts low in meadows yonder
And I must taste
This pleading waste
With you I’ll roam its splendor
The night unfurls
In dark blue swirls
Your lips are warm and tender

Come my love, too soon the light
Of dawn breathes on our shoulder
Fading out the slumbering night
As we are one day older
The wind exhales
The dark night pales
Like ink upon the river
Our eyes touch
It is too much
The barren tree-tops quiver

Janet~

The Duel......

She tightens stormy fingers
Across the fragile cusp
Where sudden sunshine lingers
In spite of her deep thrust
There seems to be a softening
Within the golden ray
A lilting song of beckoning
Beyond her lips of gray

Her pale white brow is bluer now
A hint of glimmering mirth
Splashes on the weary snow
That decks the restless earth
And in her sullen brooding
Her will intensifies
She howls in tunes foreboding
Tears storm-clouds from her eyes

She will not be defeated
Her cold and chilling dread
Is violently repeated
Her fury is not dead
And yet, whilst she unleashes
Her fury in the air
The southern hills and sashes
Melt beneath her stare

She will not reign forever
The bud upon the limb
Is pressing to the surface
She feels the might of them
The brook, once still and colder
Cannot contain its song
….she humps her stubborn shoulder
She knows it won’t be long…….

…..the day of her departure
Is waiting in the breeze
The scent of passions fervor
Spawns possibilities
Her iridescent haunting
Is waning as she moans
She hears her rival taunting
In quickened undertones

Janet~

There is something about this time of year I love…….
Still quite subtle now, but we see her in the lengthening of days,
In the slight softening of the sun’s rays……
Winter’s rival is moving in
The duel is about to begin

Too Much Fun......

I'll admit
I'm having too much fun
What of it?
The gold in the morning sun
Or the shadow-land
Tossed down by the moon
Tickle my hand
I tremble; I swoon
The soft blue spark
Flickering in your eye
Lights up the dark
I want to cry
Because of things
That are too far-gone
Their taunting sings
On hills wind-blown
But I draw them to me
Like faded sketches
Finding sympathy
In the wish-worn edges
Because after all
Is said and done
Darling, I'm having
Too much fun

Janet~

Perplexed by You.......

I smile to myself, slightly perplexed
Completely content and thoroughly vexed
Some days I have nothing but failure to show
Until I remember, I love you so

J~

Invisible Brook

Today it draws me insistently
This invisible brook
Pouring into every crevice
Every darkened nook
Rippling over polished and faded
Markers of time
After-effects
Of the silent storm
Full and over-flowing
With eager passion spent
I linger, quiet, content
And softly gaze
Through the glimmering haze
Listening to its dashing song
I press it to my heart
It eases me along
And I do not resist
But allow myself to be kissed
Before I am old
Too old for this
Before I am willing to say
I had a good life
I choose to stay
Immersing myself in its silver-gray
I am carried away…….
.....Away……
……..Away
In my thoughts
My thoughts
My thoughts of you

Janet~

The Spring

It does not gurgle like the brook
Meandering through the verdant nook
It bubbles like a soundless spring
Flowing from a source within….
Gleams in my eye like summer dew
My never-ending love for you

Janet~

When No One Is Watching......

Sometimes, when no one is watching
I reach out, quickly snatching
Favorite thoughts and memories
Back again
I taste them, as forbidden sweets
Closing my eyes,to savor every last bit
Of sugar that may be left
In them
What a wonderful pleasure I have found
Some things are still delicious
The second time around

J~