Special Reservation.....

There is a special joy I feel
When I think of you
A blend of certain and surreal
In twenty shades of blue
I wrap your pleasure ‘round my mind
Your gentle smile releases
My little sorrows to the wind
In small forgotten pieces

Janet~

Piqued Interest.....

There’s so much about you I still do not know
And I realize like never before
That perhaps this is what keeps me loving you so
And always wanting more…………

J~

Nowhere to Hide

When I look up at the trees
Naked and exposed
I wonder if this is what God sees
......in spite of skin and clothes
We cannot hide our deepest thought
To Him it is revealed
The minutest little jot
Cannot be concealed
And as the trees lift up their arms
With bare and humble limb
It seems there's nothing we can do
But lift our arms to Him
For He is full of mercy
And in spite of our shame
As He beholds our utmost thought
He loves us just the same


Janet~

I love looking at the majestic form of trees
Stripped bare of their cloak of leaves......

Akin to Longing....

There is a sense of absence
Haunting me tonight
Like the woods in autumn
After birds have taken flight
When the last few leaves have fallen
To a thick and rustling bed
And there’s a sense of emptiness
As leaves no longer thread
The dark and barren tree-tops
Exposing every limb and form
Unclothed; they seem to shiver
In the wake of winter’s storm
As a sudden sense of absence
Sweeps from sky to depths within
It parallels with longing
For a time that once had been

Janet~

Teardrop......

Beneath the tattered remnants
Of a ragged half-moon sky
I hear it like a love-song
And it makes me want to cry
As moments trickle swiftly
Through my empty, out-stretched grip
I cannot hold them near me
One by one they softly slip
Into a phantom ocean
History’s vast and unclaimed sea
Yet its depth is but a teardrop
When contemplating eternity

Janet~

Love's Reasoning.....

I don’t really want you to be
Like the book I’ve read too many times
Losing its allure somewhere
Between the once-loved lines

I love the yellow full moon
But I also love the rain
And knowing you’ll be home soon
Adds sweet pleasure to my pain

We seem to gather pleasures
Each in our own personal ways
Darling, you’re my greatest treasure
Wish that I could touch your face

Some pleasures are preceded by desire
Some come upon us unexpectedly
I will not pause to inquire
Which pleasure you are to me

We cannot begin a new season
Until the old one ends
But let’s love without rhyme or reason
For time waits on no man

I don’t really want you to be
A memory between dusty pages
Darling, love me slowly
Do not rush me through life’s stages

I hope we’re somewhere in the middle
The beginning far behind and the end still far away
All I’m really sure of is I love you a little……
…..a little more than I did yesterday

Janet~

Time's Demands......

Hours step forward
Demanding my attention
Quiet bullies
Tearing me from you
Without a touch
It’s just the way it is…….

J~

Mostly....

Mostly I feel you in the blanket of mist
As it hangs in a moody shroud
Over the fields where once we kissed
Beneath a moon-brushed cloud

Mostly I feel you where raindrops weep
As they glide ‘cross the windowpane
Where aching memories will not sleep
And in them I touch you again

Mostly I feel you where shadows lay
Like etchings on the grass
Before the flowers fell away
In frozen streams of glass

Mostly I feel you in the sigh
Of soft twilight’s deepening hush
Where dark still-life pastures lie
Beneath the artist’s muted brush

Mostly I feel you deep-within
Like a trembling melody
Seeping into everything
For somehow you are part of me

Janet~