Rainy Nights.......and You

Seems like rainy nights and you go hand in hand
All my little thoughts like dew fall on life’s golden sand
Oh, my dear the morning comes too soon on nights like this
Let the storm-cloud snuff the moon; I love the deep darkness

In the rain I hear the distant echo of your laughter
Falling on the dark terrain from heavens teary rafter
And as the lonesome wind comes sweeping from the moody sky
I find comfort in the weeping of a raindrop’s lullaby

Past midnight’s broad and supple brim the dawn may quiver
Upon the swaying willow limb her tears may shiver
I draw you to me in a sweet, perpetual pain
As I yield to the music of the night and love and rain

Janet~

The Unadorned Truth

I’d like to say it isn’t fair
And that somehow you lured me in
And I was caught quite unaware
By your fair charm and roguish grin

I’d like to say that true blue eyes
Are definitely not to blame
And that they did not hypnotize
Whilst quite willingly I came

I’d like to say I did not fall
Hopelessly for your blue eyes
But you would not hear me at all
Discern-er of my fumbling lies

Janet~

Of Moments

Moments come between us like the darkness steals the day
But there are things that moments simply cannot steal away
The tangent warmth of your soft touch may cool upon my skin
But moments cannot steal the love that smolders deep within

Moments change the outlines or the backdrops of a scene
They steal away life’s tender youth and springtime’s verdant sheen
But moments cannot steal the smile that lingers in my sigh
Nor can they dull the azure mile reflected in your eye

I save little moments to relive with you again
For moments cannot touch the vault of treasure stored within
In this reticent heaven I am utterly complete
Savoring the torment of a moment bitter-sweet

Moments come between us pushing hours into years
They do not lie within us as we weep life’s smiles and tears
Moments are not masters of the loves we softly hold
But simply the refiners turning bronze to purest gold

Janet~

To Those I Love

Sometimes it is enough for me
To know I crossed your mind today
And perhaps you breathed a little prayer
That God would bless me on my way
Just as I do for you
Because suddenly out of the blue
You stroll across my mind
And when that happens, well, I find
That it must be God’s little way
Of reminding me to pray
So, to all of you I love
I pray God’s blessing from above

God Bless,
Janet~

Could It Be?

I dream of beds delicately laced
In daffodils golden sheen
I dream of hillside fringes traced
In verdant ever-green
I dream of daisy and butter-cup
Of robin and butterfly’s wing
Warm winds rousing as the sun comes up
Could it be I dream of spring?

I dream of bare feet in the dirt
Of hours in the sun
The stirring passion of the earth
As winter’s chill is gone
I dream of blossom-tinted trees
And song-birds caroling
The scent of earth upon the breeze
Could it be I dream of spring?

Janet~

Of Things Temporal

Soon, my dear all of this will be nothing more than a memory

Both joy and sorrow are pebbles which rouse a ripple upon life’s sea

The hunger of longing; the sigh of contentment, both are a temporal lot

And only last a little moment before they are soon forgot

Darling, the wanting and missing of you will pass as the sigh of the wind

Even the holding and kissing of you can't satisfy the void in my mind

Mankind will never be able to fill the places intended for God

We cannot have true fulfillment until we sleep beneath the sod

The wind may rouse the waves on the sea but the deeps remain untouched

You may ignite a fire in me, but you will never be enough

Hope and fire and water and wind are earth’s greatest forces that be

Yet simply a brief foreshadowing of the things of eternity

Heaven and hell leave little glimpses upon this broken sod

But we know full well that all things immortal rest in the hands of God

Both joy and sorrow on this earth are fleeting; where one is the other waits

How sweet to know perfection is waiting for His own beyond Heaven’s gates

Janet~

Music of the Rain

I love the music of the rain
Strumming on my window-pane
The languorous stirring of the pine
Bathed in heaven’s purest wine
I love the moaning of the breeze
Falling through the dripping trees
Teardrops from the moody eye
Of an ever-changing sky

I love the music of the rain
It speaks to me of tender pain
Caught in the eyes of true blue love
It speaks to me of hope above
For just beyond the present cloud
Beyond the weeping, wavering shroud
I know the sun will shine again
I love the music of the rain

Janet~

Perfect Day

I had to look deeper
For the allure of the day
First all I noticed
Was the wash of bleak gray
Hovering above a frigid expanse
Of longing;
But then at second glance
I caught the dawning
Of daylight on the tiny pond
Mirroring the excellence
Of the great beyond
And I looked up
As brilliant gold
Spilled from the dark
And vulgar hold
That held the brush
Of pewter gray
And in the hush
Of ‘almost day’
I knew with out
The faintest doubt
No matter if
The storm clouds shout
And sweep across earths
Somber soul
A perfect Hand
Is in control

Janet~

It is a moody morning…..
The sun broke through for a moment
Before the clouds prevailed
…..And now it is raining

The Cloud

I thought you were sweeping away the fringe
Of the weary and wind-tattered grass
I thought at last I could sense a tinge
Of warmth as I heard you pass
I thought, as I gazed on the sullen shield
Of winter’s weary palm
…as I gazed on the patient wood-lot and field
I thought that spring had come

I thought, you were kind as you looked upon
The weathered and bleak terrain
Of pastureland and silent lawn
Waiting to be green again
As I heard your breath, like a restless sigh
Moan across hill and hollow
I was sure, as I felt you hurry by
That spring was sure to follow…

I thought you agreed the time had come
For bitter feuds to cease
At last, at last you would succumb
To laughter, love and peace
But, as you drew across the sun
You simply shook your head
And told me spring would surely come
…but, my dear, not yet

Janet~

Yesterday as I was out running
I was sure we were on the edge
Of the next stage of spring…
…a few hours later I changed my mind!