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~
If You Were Here
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 those other 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 meadow-sweet 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~
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
In the Loving of June
The wind in the willow has always been
One of her favorite tunes
The deeper blue of late evening
Is her favorite back-drop for June
She loves to linger a moment too long
Where daisies and buttercups sigh
She loves to revel in midnight’s song
Beneath the cool of the sky
She loves the passion and wanderlust
That draws her from slumbers repose
She loves the scent of dew-laden dust
Tinged with the breath of a rose
She loves the murmur of green and blue
In summer’s pure work of art
She loves the whispering thoughts of you
Curving against her heart
She always thought for everything lost
Love gives something in return
But she never fathomed the bittersweet cost
Or the depths to which loving can yearn
She never fathomed that summer and love
Could leave in an afternoon
She never fathomed the bitter-sweet hurt
Wrapped up in the loving of June
Janet~
Of Silences
There is a silence that is harsh
and cold with condemnation
but on a softer night, a hush,
of slow-yearning sensation
threatens to dispel the sigh
of longing or defeat
across a moonless midnight I
can feel a murmur sweep
in urgent whispers on my skin
until it pauses where
the tender ache of you begins
like sparks upon the air
it warms me on the coldest night
and thrusts aside my woe
a calm and sensuous delight
an iridescent glow
melting on my lips and tongue
yet moaning in my ear
ah, now I am forever young
within this atmosphere
intangible, the fervent touch
yet in it I am taken
trembling as its fingers brush
me softly, lest I waken
J~
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