On a rainy morning you are not there
Where I can see your locks of gold
Cascading through the eager air
Into time’s ever-bleeding hold
…and yet, I know you wait beyond
This interlude of come-to-pass
To toss your diamonds on the pond
And tickle shadows from the grass
…and strum the lithesome lily-leaf
Or clothe that far celestial gate
With coral-periwinkle sheaf
Too ethereal to imitate
The harvest of farewell is long
Desire cannot force away
The echo of a cherished song
Where naught but air holds you at bay
Oft, arm-in-arm we waded through
The noise of rhetoric and rules
Knee-deep in fields
of dream and dew
Where now a sea of sorrow pools
© Janet Martin
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