Another Song...

….but then another song
Rolls in torrents 'cross my mind
As I feel your words surround me
In the moaning of the wind
And I hear your trembling murmur
'What must be will surely be'...
As a song besides the summer
Tears your whisper far from me...



J~

A Ballad of You

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 love how you hold me in your dulcet 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 hurt’s ocean to keep you away

Janet~

All is Well

He wraps me in translucent arms
When life is cruel and crass
And vices of a thousand charms
Have shed their tears of brass

The emerald of a summer hill
The sweep of azure sky
The moon at night when all is still
His tender lullaby

I touch with pure abandon
The blooms along the lane
A perfect hapless garden
Of wild-flowers in the rain

And should the far horizon
Grow dim beneath life’s hurt
I’ll walk earth’s summer garden
And bathe within its dirt

The blur of life's unkinder truths
Fade just a little then
We all must tread upon this earth
The numbered days of men

He wraps me in the tender charms
Of summer’s verdant dell
And cradles me within His arms…
He whispers, all is well

Janet~

Wherever I May Go...

I have a sacred charge to keep
Within this world below
To take the name of Christ my Lord
Wherever I may go

He does not ask for me to prove
My love by some grand show
But just to take the name of God
Wherever I may go

No matter how life’s road may twist
Or where time’s streams may flow
His name is hope and righteousness
Wherever I may go

There is no one who will escape
The One who loves us so
Oh my God, anoint my lips
Wherever I may go

We pass across a temporal stage
With feeble wants and woe
He sustains us every day
Wherever we may go

I have a sacred charge to keep
But oh, what peace to know
That God above is watching me
Wherever I may go...

Janet~

A Greater Hope

This earth in all its wantonness
Its sorrow and decay
And all its weeping brokenness
So soon will pass away

The hope I glean from joyless fields
I find when I look up
And to its Keeper I appeal
To fill my empty cup

The merits gained by this world’s laud
Are trite and quickly fade
Eternal are the Words of God
And His foundation laid

This earth with all its boast and claim
Is but a fickle shell
We hope…but in a higher Name
The God of Heaven…and Hell

Janet

Psalm 16


You make known to me the path of life;
you will fill me with joy in your presence,
with eternal pleasures at your right hand. Ps. 16:11

Paradox

There is nothing as weightless as a heart in love
soaring through the air; free as a dove

...and yet I have staggered to carry each part…
there is nothing as heavy as a broken heart

J~

The Unraveling...

The unraveling of him
Will take years...
From her.
A labor of
Love, tears
Sorrow…
The undoing of who she was
To become who she will be…
His memory.
How does one tear threads
from a heart?
Or unravel a sigh…
woven through her inner-most part
Can one unravel the sky
or oceans traversed?
Is healing a rehearsed
Pretending
Or a forced ending?
Can one unravel the color blue…
…or a lifetime of yesterdays
…and you…?
Too many moments…
Too many tears
Too many memories...
It will take years…
…from her…

J~

Inspired by The Sea Captain’s Wife…(Beth Powning)...

I Remember...

The night dips low in a forlorn tune
Her robe is heavy, dimming the moon
Her sigh so faint it is barely heard
Inaudible sonnet; unwritten word…
But I remember…

The darkened hue of her sultry eye
Deepens the blue of the brook moving by
Gone is the frolicking laughter of May
Smooth and silent, it slips away…
And I remember…

The air is heavy with rose and musk
Pushing awry the dew-laden dusk
The hush of midnight sprawls on the air
A hymn of longing, love and despair
Because I remember…

J~

The Power of Love

It is impossible to...

Love through revenge,

Let go through bitterness,

Forgive through hatred


Love teaches us how to live!

Love brings peace.

It teaches us how to let go...

...and helps us forgive.

J~

Limits

There are things I would beg for unashamedly...
food,
forgiveness,
understanding,
even for 'stuff',
I suppose...
...but never love

J~

The Best for Me

Sometimes the very best for me
Feels more like it’s the worst
Yet, if life’s blessing I would see
I must bear its hurt

Sometimes the very best for me
Is hard to understand
And only God above can see
The blessing He has planned

Sometimes the very best for me
Will make me groan and ache
Because the very best for me
Was taught through my mistake

Most times the very best for me
I will never see
Because I really cannot know
What is the best for me

Janet~

Answers

I prayed for understanding,
For patience in life’s care
Sometimes it takes a little while
To see an answered prayer

His answer comes in moments
I don’t always recognize
In tender little blessings
And answers in disguise

Janet~

About a Mother

She harbors the ache, the joy, the pride
That only a mother can know
She weeps her tears, mostly on the inside
As she watches her children grow

Briefly she holds them before they are born
Briefly she rocks them to sleep
Briefly, so briefly each little one
Is rendered to her keep

Oh, what a tender garden
Is the heart of a little child
Knowing and unknowingly she plants countless seeds
Within its eager soil

She wonders if there is any way
To show the depth of her care
As she stops to put their things away
Or touch their sun-kissed hair

She loves them like no other
Yet, there is no trial run
When it comes to being a mother
And to learn how it should be done

Life is a very wise teacher
As mother and children learn
And God is a patient Father
Offering His love in return

She harbors the crux of longing and love
Deep within her breast
As she thanks her Father up above
For giving her life’s best

Janet~

Lies

I cannot choose truth
or invent my own 'brand'
Truth is unalterable
And plain to understand...

If we invent our own version
It is to our demise
Truth's aversion
Is nothing but lies...

Janet~

Emotions

Life is a journey
Its emotions are real
And it is not wrong
For us to feel
…high or low,
Happy, sad
Triumph, failure
Good or bad
Laughter, tears
Pleasure, pain
Peace or fear
Sun or rain
Joy or sorrow
Hope, despair
But it is wrong
If we choose to bear
All of these
Without God
…or prayer

Janet~

Lost....

Somewhere, in the quest of finding

Herself

she lost who she was

and does not recognize who she has become...

Performance

So…
You prefer the stilted lines of perfection then?
Let’s remove the truth and just pretend…
We’ll sip our tea, discuss trivialities…and men
Another afternoon with a fair-weather friend

J~

Farewell Dance

One more time
Across the floor
And I won’t ask
You anymore

I won’t beg you
To hold me close
Or ask you what
You’ll miss the most

And I won’t hold
You far too long
Please, don’t go
This is our song

One more time
Nice and slow
Rhythm and rhyme
Oh, here we go

And I won’t think of
Yesterday
Or the dance
We threw away

One more time
Across the floor
Then maybe I
Won’t hurt anymore…

J~

Mentally Prepared

Why do you come to me only to leave?
You flash your blue eyes; I fall at your feet
You offer your hand and I say lead me on
Why do you come to me just to be gone?

Why do you tease me with breath soft and warm?
Why do you whisper as I lean on your arm?
You know I am weak and I cannot resist
The bronze on your cheek as I yield to your kiss

Why do you torment me for one afternoon?
Why do you wait so long then leave far too soon?
In spite of my efforts I cannot dissuade
The course of your travels and the plans you have made

Why do I fall in love with you every year?
Why, as you’re turning, must I shed a tear?
Almost you make me forget why I grieve…
…Summer, you come to me only to leave

Janet~

No Weeds

Some folk seem to segregate
By color, race and creed
And if we were flowers in a garden
They would dare to call them weeds
Because they do not fit the scope
Their narrow eye beholds
Never mind that God’s true hope
Is for the young and old…
…the rich and poor
The black and white
And all shades in between
We are precious in His sight
And no one is a weed
Some folk seem to think that status
Makes one more or less
And maybe even paves the way
To things like happiness
Some folk seem to think perhaps
They are above another
And would not dream to call everyone
Their sister or their brother
But God’s earth is over-flowing
With hope and love and need
And in His precious garden
Nobody is a weed…

Janet~

Emily picked these 'weeds' on her walk last night.

My Advice to You

Wishing and wanting
Won’t change anything
So open your heart
Pick a song and sing

Deception and lies
Hold a deadly sting
Forgive, close your eyes
Pick a song and sing

Longing and love
Paint ‘most everything
Hope whispers above
Pick a song and sing

The beat of life’s drum
Keeps us marching
Better days will come
Pick a song and sing

Music is ointment
Soothing life’s sting
So take a moment
Pick a song…AND SING!

Janet~

New Day Now

It’s a new day now
Darkness is pushed from the edge of the sky
Rivers flow
Tinted from above with dawn’s bright eye
And hope
Fields, dark by night now stretch beyond
My gaze,in a sweeping golden pond
A haze, of mid-July thickens the air
I brush you from my eye, breathe a prayer
It’s a new day now…

It’s a new day now
The moon, a translucent wafer on a bed
Of softer blue
Recedes into vastness of infinity
With you
As duty raises her faithful head
She spreads her palm; lest I forget
And forge calm, greener paths somewhere
I cover you, sweet mine, with a prayer
It’s a new day now

It’s a new day now
Its splendor rivals for the beauty of night
In dawn sublime
But day is a constant reminder of life
And the march of time
Though I do not hold it against her much
There is something about night, day will never touch
For light dissolves the moody spell
Of night and you; all is well
It’s a new day now

Janet~

God is Love

God is Love

To love is to touch God…

One cannot love

And say, there is no God

For God is love

Without Him, there could be no love

His love formed the earth,

It holds stars in place

And directs the universe

Love puts smiles on our faces

His love comes in babies

Wisdom and forgiveness

God is love

All good things are from Him

Evil is the result of sin

The Fall of man in Eden

But we will be made perfect again

Someday, in Heaven

And only then, to those who believe in Him

Will the true glory of His love

Be revealed

God is love

To love is to touch Him

The power of love is undeniable proof

Of God

Janet~

Lovely Blue

There’s nothing quite as lovely as the midnight coming down
In a flow of silver moon-light and the sigh of trees, wind-blown
The hush of broadened shadows blows life’s sorrows far away
And I am all alone with you; six hours before day

There’s nothing quite as silent as the night at one a.m.
The breeze has died; the moon has paled in heaven’s diadem
I can feel the warmth of you, the roughness of your cheek
When I am all alone with you we do not need to speak

There’s nothing quite as beautiful as the rare shade of blue
Encompassing a muted earth of dark and dust and dew
Five hours until daylight; what is a girl to do?
Five hours until morning and a lifetime without you…

J~

I finished this one first saying
*‘five hours until morning and a lifetime loving you…’
But it really needed the ‘ouch’ factor…
Those who prefer no ‘ouch’ may use *

Nothing

It is nothing now...
Emptiness fills the space
once full of you
and there is nothing left to touch...
Funny…
I didn't know nothing
could hurt so much.....

J~

Mistaken Again

Did you presume my solemn gaze
To be a sign of sadness?
And did you then presume my days
Were long and void of gladness?
And did you see my tear-dimmed eye?
And did you call it sorrow?
Or did you hear my drawn-out sigh
And pity me tomorrow
Or did my trembling lips appear
To be caused by my grieving
Because you thought you saw a tear
And seeing is believing
I hate to seem too calloused then
Or sound cold and unshaken
But I suggest you look again
For I say you're mistaken

J~

Thief of Hearts

I cannot draw you closer
Through the longing in my sighs
I cannot see you better
Though the tears have washed my eyes
I reach with aching fingertips
But cannot touch your cheek
Or feel the whisper of your lips
Against me as you speak

Missing you must be, I fear
The very heart of me
In everything you gave, my dear
You took much more, you see
As you gave me your smiles and sighs
My heart became undone
You stole,I did not realize
The pieces one by one

You stole, as I gave willingly
Each piece for you to break
Until the very heart of me
Had nothing left to take
I want me back so I can feel
Life's bitter-sweetest pain
And darling, I would let you steal
Me, piece by piece again...

J~

Don't worry L~.
You wondered if I am enjoying
this full moon night...???

Very much!
So much in fact, that I simply HAD to write...
...anything disgustingly sad!
I am okay, really:)

Pondering Oceans

Did it move you? Did you feel like flying?
High as the clouds in an ocean of blue
Did it hurt? Did you feel like dying?
Yes, I know, I feel that way too
Love is a tangle of me and you…

Did it ache? The quiet needing
Deep as the night and wide as the sea
Did it stop? The silent bleeding
Of broken remnants of what used to be?
Love is an ocean around you and me

J~

Surprises

I thought I knew you
Oh, but then
You find a new way
To touch me again

I thought I knew you
…could predict your next move
But you never can tell
With heartache or love

I thought I knew you
I hear a star fall
Turns out I never
Knew you at all…

J~

Glimpses...

I caught a glimpse of her today
A ten-year-old bundle of laughter and play
Across the grass with a flying leap
Resting a moment where the willows weep
Blonde hair streaming and blue eyes gleaming
Inhaling the freedom of summer and dreaming
I gazed….perhaps wistfully with a hint of a smile
For I saw her today for a little while

I saw her today, timid, sixteen
Her eyes far away in the midst of a dream
So lovely and tender, unmarred by life’s churning
Her heart awakening to a girl’s deeper yearning
Tomorrow’s woman waits on the brink
As I beheld her I paused to think
And I reached out to touch her but she moved away
Yes, I caught a glimpse of her today

She passed by but life was calling
No time to sigh with idle recalling
A flick of her hand as she went out the door
Nineteen, is not a child anymore
I followed and longed to draw her back
Yet in the same moment I knew I would lack
What she now needs, so I let her go
But I saw her today for a moment or so

I saw her today for a little while
I don’t know whether to weep or to smile
It’s a mixture of sorrow and happiness
So I’ll do a little of both, I guess
For every so often, every now and then
I catch a glimpse of her again
The girl of yester-years, -no other
But I fight back the tears for I am….their Mother

Janet~

Reasons #2

I love you
But not with words
I love you
In the tender thought that is stirred
By what we share
I love you
In a quiet prayer
Or the song drifting on
The cool night air
I love you
With every beat of my heart
When our eyes cannot touch
Because we are too
Far apart
And I love you
With the little sigh
The trembling memory
The tear in my eye
I love you
I'm not sure why...
Maybe
Because we will never
Say good-bye….
J~

Release

I would have kept your words
But they were not mine to keep
Yet, I cannot tear them from my heart
Or silence them with sleep

Words leave no marks upon the air
Invisible, they seem
But words can pour in torrents where
The silence of thought streams

I would have kept your words
Yet, I cannot set them free
Life is formed by what is heard
As much as by what we see….

J~

Remembering...

There is so much of you I wish you’d show me
But you prefer to do things your own way
And oh, I wish that you would choose to tell me
The words that I cannot force you to say

I remember when you had no secrets from me
And I could almost know just what you’d say
But time is taking you a little farther
Down a road that’s paved with yesterdays

And I won’t hold you back, dear daughter
I remember walking down the self-same road
And never thinking that perhaps a mother
Stood somewhere with tears and watched me go

Janet~

My Master-piece

Oh, if I could paint with more
Than letters pressed in rows
I’d paint myself a master-piece
Of night-time as it flows
From high and hush-ed altitude
Creating shades so pure
Earth replies with robes subdued
In tones dark and demure

The life which clamors for my thought
In scattered shades of gray
Within this masterpiece are caught
And softly brushed away
As evening bleeds across the west
In red, metallic sheen
And little cares are put to rest
With all that once had been

High in the east the pale white moon
Hangs in a deep blue sea
While dashing zephyrs strum a tune
Through silhouetted tree
If I could paint with more than pen
My heart would over-flow
And the night would teach me then
Where dark and light should go

And I would take a large, soft brush
With colors of a sigh
And all the thoughts of you that rush
To gather in my eye
Gently infusing subtle hues
Across the quiet deep
I would entitle it My Muse
Before I fell asleep

J~

Night and Nothing More

With subtle hands the day is clad
In robes of deeper hue
Its pastures which were light and glad
Are heavy now with dew
I am happy, I am sad
And I am missing you

The shaded grove where children played
Are moon-kissed now, and still
The passion of high noon is laid
Beyond the darkened hill
My noonday thoughts are worn and frayed
I sigh, against my will

Upon the bosom of the sky
The dazzling starlight gleams
It is caught within my eye
And in Time’s sully streams
It gives no thought of you and I
Or things as slight as dreams


J~

Nearby

Far away the muted curtain
Of the twilight steals the day
Seems that I can hear an ocean
On a seashore…far away

Far away the day is dawning
On the brink of softened sky
All that I can hear is longing
In the roving breezes sigh

Far away a dim-lit spangle
Frames the low-light of the moon
Thought, resolve, desire tangles
In a sultry midnight tune

The night is silent as a hallway
Leading to a darkened room
I can hear the shadows falling
Where the fragrant linden bloom

Far away a strong hand reaches
To firmly lock and bolt the door
Far away the whitewashed beaches
Cradle turquoise oceans roar

But the whisper and the aching
And the memory of your sigh
Linger just beyond my taking
In a room untouched…nearby

J~

Lost Inhibitions

My eyes do a quick assessment
Absorbing the common curves of this room
I’ll pick up a pen for a moment
To remove the mundane-ness from a mop and a broom

Dishwater madness flings sudden inspiration
Not remotely related to dishes or chores
But letters and syllables in particular arrangements
Carrying me far from life’s wearying shores

Brush away the longing from out of the skies
Breathe tiny sorrows into the far mists
Kiss the teardrop that gleams in love’s eyes
And leave vague tomorrows where nothing exists

The painter may choose varied shades for his vision
Molding and shaping masterpieces of art
I need nothing more than lost inhibition
As life walks effortlessly over my heart

My eyes do a quick assessment
There is nothing common then
It’s astounding where one can travel
With the alphabet, paper and pen…


Janet~

Music...

Our song is too heavy
For me to listen to
It loses its magic
Somehow, without you
Poetry is beautiful
But its lure turns deep blue
Penned in deliberation
Somehow, without you…

Summer is passion
Captured in July
Azure heavens
Lost in downcast eyes
Winds sweep unbridled
Into the blue
But it stirs no impulses
Somehow, without you

Flowers bloom rampant
A feast to the eye
There is no garden
Quite like July
But it seems to me
It has lost its bright hue
Gardens are more somber
Somehow, without you

Moments are heart-beats
Of longing and love
Moments are music
To which we all move
But the song is too heavy
To listen to
I cannot dance, babe
Somehow, without you…

J~

Tribute to the Daisy

You did not choose the well-groomed bed
Or steal the rose’s coat of red
But silently you bloom instead
In humbler haunts and hollows
Along secluded path and lane
In ditches, hollows, field and plain
Watered by sweet heaven’s rain
And warm, meandering shallows

The wanderer’s pathway you embrace
The lover’s lane you softly grace
Or lift a kind and gentle face
To those who seek life’s pardon
While rivals bloom in aureate gold
And flaunt their grandeur loud and bold
Your tender petals you unfold
In some lost drifter’s garden

No requirements, no demands
You do not prick unwary hands
But wander ‘cross the summer lands
In free and heedless passion
Simplicity in argent shower
Adorning garden, hill and bower
Poetry wrought in a flower
Of pure and perfect fashion

Janet~

Unfathomable

In youth five summers reached eternity
An hour was something loosely held
A day had moments to be squandered freely
We did not grieve the flowers we smelled
Or dreams which Time has felled

Life is an invisible passage of moments
A journey of forgotten pleasures
Now as I cradle its tender torment
And ponder its fleeting measures
I search for its deeper treasures

If life was simply a sequence of summers
Before we are laid in the dust
If Time were the dictator of our destination
How empty would be our trust
Prisoners of humanity’s lust

Above life’s circle in earths shifting sand
A solid truth prevails
Not one of us escapes the Hand
Holding Time’s brief exhale
Into eternity; unfathomable

Janet~

Words

Words, words, only words he said
But at his words I shook my head
For they are never only words
These are the syllables of healing and hurt
Word is the scalpel which slices the soul
And words are the ointment that makes us whole
Words are fire and words are ice
Words inspire and make us think twice
Words draw us in or shut us out
Words reassure, they whisper, they shout
Words embrace; they touch, they kiss
Is there a more potent tool than this?
Music is lovely it stirs the heart
But words to music are a powerful art
Words build and restore what other words crush
Words are the paint on a poet’s brush
Words, only words, perhaps that is true
But tell me, what is it that drew me to you?

Janet~

Since we 're on the topic of words...this is a re-run
from a year ago.

Tragedy

How long, it seems, we wait to say
The things we should speak every day
How oft a thought a thought remains
When spoken it would loosen chains
And it would put a little smile
Across a dark and weary mile
Or else perhaps that little sigh
Or the tear that dims the eye
Would never on the hour spill
Because we didn’t wait until
The thought had passed, unspoken; dead
Remaining words we never said

Janet~

Encounter by the Sea

I came upon her standing there
To ask her grief I did not dare
For she seemed to be gazing where
Only thoughts can wander
The sun in gold and pink and red
On the far-west horizon bled
And in her eyes gleamed tears unshed
As she stared over yonder

Ah, let her mind the keeper be
Of love and sorrow’s agony
That Gate afar will set her free
From temporal heartaches binding
Ah, let the waters ebb and flow
And soothe the thought that none may know
Grief and longing cannot go
Across death’s stream a-winding

The evening fell beneath the sea
I hear the knell of memory
Where none can tell its lot but me
And I care not for talking
I came upon her standing there
Silence can be so sweet to share
A shadow cannot speak a prayer
But I can join her walking…

J~

Recollections

Later, as I try to recall this night
Well, I very easily might
Forget how the air was ripe with pain
And heavy with the fragrance of impending rain
Or the thoughts we longed to tell and re-tell
Where two lone dark shadows fell
Or how the half-moon hung high in the sky
Too far away to hear you and I
I might forget how the breezes died
To honor the silence before we cried
But I will never forget the blue of your eye
Or the way your voice broke, when you whispered…good-bye

J~

On Porches...

On porches we wait…
For school buses
Or daddies
To come home from work
We wait for moms to pick up children,
Before heading home to start supper
And sometimes we wait for love
On porches we wait...
For the sun to set
Or to watch it rise
We wait for children
Or for a ride
Or for dreams
To materialize
On porches we wait…
With loved ones
Or books
We wait
With coffee
Or tea
With guitars, harmonicas
A pipe
Or memories
We watch the rain fall
On porches we wait…
On steps
On a bench
Or a chair
We wait
While breezes run
Their fingers through our hair
And thoughts paint each stair
On porches we grow old
In the cool night air

Janet~

Resignation

I resign myself to moments
When you are too far away
As the hills on the horizon
Wane from blue to moody gray

I resign myself to memories
Bittersweet to touch
But oh, I hold them close to me
I love them very much

I resign myself to echoes
Of your laughter in my ears
I resign myself to loving
In a language breathed in tears

I resign myself to missing you
When time and miles impart
Intangible restrictions
Twixt your whispers and my heart

J~

Where True Love Shines...

I’ve heard love declared in words
Garnished with a smile
But I have seen it walk its talk
In a second mile

True love has nothing to hide
It needs no pomp or style
And it will always prove itself
In the second mile

Love is not a fancy hat
That we may wear awhile
Love does not need to be asked
To walk the second mile

There is no facade in love
No pretense in its smile
And I have felt its purest touch
In a second mile

Janet~

Synopsis

The tempest sweeps the whitewashed sand
The dawning sweeps the sea
The springtime sweeps a dormant land
With emerald chivalry
You sweep me off my feet, darling
When you look at me

The rose will bloom one season, dear
And youth few seasons more
Time is nothing more than years
That washes earth’s small shore
We face each day with faith or fear
As we stand at its door

The tempest rises but to fall
The sun shines but to set
Too soon the fields of greener shawl
Are planted with the dead
We too must heed a Higher Call
And bow the stubborn head

We are but legends in our mind
The only strands of worth
Are not in things we leave behind
To clutter God’s green earth
Things pass as surely as the wind
Or fleeting hour of mirth

The tempest rises but to rest
Within the quiet deep
The sunlight gathers in the west
Time’s shadows quickly creep
Eternity waits in each breath
The soul will never sleep


Janet~

~But by the grace of God go I...

Self-discipline

I must space each little sigh
Lest it becomes a drawn-out cry
The hinting of perpetual tears
Weeping far across the years

I must quell the sudden urge
Restrain the unabashed surge
To drown within a silent thought
Bleeding from the wound it wrought

I must resist the solitude
Of darkened oceans, vast, subdued
And I must space each little sigh
In unspoken soliloquy

J~

Tread Softly on this Summer Day

Tread softly on this summer day
Yet boldly seize the hour
Before it slips its while away
Beneath the bended flower

The breezes fuse the morning light
Birds join with ardent trilling
Whilst shadows creep into the night
And dawn its dream is spilling

The melody of want and will
Within my heartbeat wakens
The tangent shrines of living fill
The moments still un-taken

The Hand that draws this summer morn
And stirs the slumbering dust
Knows the hour we are born
And in what gods we trust

Within my empty out-stretched palm
I sense the tug of duty
Though it may seem a cheerless crown
I see its humble beauty

Tread softly on this summer day
For soon its verdant hour
Will weep its minions in decay
Beneath Time’s bended flower

Janet~