Once upon a summer's day
The warm glance of July
Drew the breath of June away
Into the clear blue sky
And all that there is left to say
Is good-bye…and good-bye
Until next year my heart must pine
For your sweet touch once more
For there is none as fair as thine
To brush the wooded shore
Than June, a kiss of joy sublime
On summer’s verdant floor
Once upon the bird and bloom
And crooning of a breeze
Amidst the blossom-scented tune
And drone of honey bees
I must bid farewell to June
With quiet agonies
The laughter of its rushing brook
The eagerness of dawn
The verdure of a fresh-clad nook
The emerald of the lawn
Have their lusty sheen forsook
With June, for it is gone
Janet~
Friday, July 1, 2011
Whispering

I am not yours nor are you mine
We cannot own love
Though I see it when I look at you; it shines
In your eyes like starlight from above
Love like ours is rare and set apart
From the plebeian masses
Your whisper threads my heart of hearts
Every common medium it surpasses
But I do not own you or you me
Love is neither master nor a slave
Though I would share with you quite willingly
The very best of anything I have
J~
Look Up

On the shoulder of the day
Our wants and wishes lie
What will take the hurt away
Or quell our restless sigh?
Battles, storms and floods of woe
Are caught in raging streams
Holding on and letting go
Of hopes and silent dreams
Who will soften life’s harsh blows?
Or fill our empty cup?
Is there anyone who knows?
Oh yes there is; look up
Janet~
Thursday, June 30, 2011
In Thirty Years

In thirty years
Who will you be?
As youth disappears
Across time’s sea
Will you look back
With tender gaze
Across the track
Of your life’s maze
And in the pathways
That you trod
Will you see the face
Of God?
If you should think then
Of father or mother
What memory
Will out-shine all others?
What will be
Your dearest thought?
Will others see
The things we taught?
In thirty years
Who will you be?
Will God above
Be a reality?
Will He be the light
Upon your path
Your strength to fight
The fiends of wrath?
Will His Word whisper
To you in your fears
Will He be your Master
As days become years
Because as a child
Your parents sought
Upon their knees
The things they taught
And will the Way
Be clearer somehow
Because of what
You’re learning now?
In thirty years
Will you be
The things you learned
When you were wee?
Janet~
Silently

Come away my love, and let’s be silent for awhile
The night is falling from above in sultry summer style
The brooding storm is hovering above the rolling deep
And sullen clouds are covering the floor where angels weep
Come my love, the storm may vent its fury on the plain
But with you I am content, oh darling, let it rain
No one else will ever know you quite the way I do
Darling, will you let me show you how much I love you?
Come my love and let the shadows steal the dying day
Let torrents wash the meadows, let the hours tick away
Darling,hold me nearer, let the storm its passions thrust
Is there anything that’s dearer than the arms of one you trust?
Come away, my love, and let the tempest seek its thrill
As it passes then how calm the night will be, and still
Let's wrap the night around us, bold and unpretentiously
While the raging winds surround us, love falls softly, silently
J~
In Color
Relinquishments

In the fragment of a whisper
And the bending of a sigh
In the anguish of a murmur
And the answer in your eye
You dismantle all my armor
Soothe life’s calluses away
By the pining of an arbor
‘neath a midnight soft and gray
As the pain of hoarded pleasure
Melts into your reckless gaze
Into pools of endless azure
I relinquish common ways
I care not for fields of fortune
Life has purer charms than this
I have touched them for a moment
In the shadow of your kiss
In the fragment of a whisper
And the candor of a sigh
I relinquish oceans longed for
I have traveled them tonight
J~
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
June Day
It’s the kind of day for me
Where conflicting desires urge
Two kinds of responsibility
…to labor or to splurge?
The gray eye of a moody sky
Smolders in the distance
Cloudy June day lullaby
Weakening my resistance
It’s the kind of day for me
Where duty seems too common
For through my window I can see
A rare June day in blossom
The wind demands a little dance
Its blue chill stirs the wanting
Of more than just a wistful glance
Upon a June day taunting
It’s the kind of day for me
Divided by desire
Wise responsibility
Or June days verdant choir
Janet~
Where conflicting desires urge
Two kinds of responsibility
…to labor or to splurge?
The gray eye of a moody sky
Smolders in the distance
Cloudy June day lullaby
Weakening my resistance
It’s the kind of day for me
Where duty seems too common
For through my window I can see
A rare June day in blossom
The wind demands a little dance
Its blue chill stirs the wanting
Of more than just a wistful glance
Upon a June day taunting
It’s the kind of day for me
Divided by desire
Wise responsibility
Or June days verdant choir
Janet~
If you were here
We’d reach and brush aside our endless duties
Exchanging them for freedom’s ride and summer’s haunting beauties
We would do the little things we dream about while working
And never dwell upon the little chores we might be shirking
If you were here
We’d talk and never mind the clock or hours
There’s much to do and say without mere words restrictive powers
And we would follow every path of freedom’s wanderlust
While meadowsweet and daisies laugh and daylight sweeps the dust
If you were here
We would forget to watch the hours divide
Desire into segments; lest our freedom might subside
Into the darkening silence; into a day, a year
Darling, would it make a difference, oh, if you were here?
J~
We’d reach and brush aside our endless duties
Exchanging them for freedom’s ride and summer’s haunting beauties
We would do the little things we dream about while working
And never dwell upon the little chores we might be shirking
If you were here
We’d talk and never mind the clock or hours
There’s much to do and say without mere words restrictive powers
And we would follow every path of freedom’s wanderlust
While meadowsweet and daisies laugh and daylight sweeps the dust
If you were here
We would forget to watch the hours divide
Desire into segments; lest our freedom might subside
Into the darkening silence; into a day, a year
Darling, would it make a difference, oh, if you were here?
J~
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