I Saw You in a Cloud-bank

Photo by J. Casey

I saw you in a cloud-bank,
but lost you in the sky.
Your wondrous face too fragile
as winds did buffet by.
Still, memory has such value
unto my searching eyes.
I know that I have lost you
and makes me want to cry.

I heard two morning dove’s song
outside my window sigh
And when the wind did buffet them
they also said ‘goodbye’.
Still, for my missing songsters,
I sense they may return.
But Johnny, I have lost you
and still, the yearning burns.

I know a star in heaven;
And Johnny is his name.
And when I was not heeding
he wandered from our game.
And when the fields are crowded
with baseball players, fine,
I want to be his catcher’s mitt
for he’s a friend of mine.

My story has no moral:
I have a missing friend.
His name I know is Johnny

the yearning never ends.
And when my mournful say
accompanied with tears
shall meet with my old lover,
I hope it’s he who hears.
Grant that repentance solemn
may seize upon his mind.
Still, hope and consolation
among those fields we find.




Long hidden in my hallway, there’s a stair
that I may pull to seek my attic song.
A wish to go beyond my daily care
so, climb the ladder’s rung before too long.

Pry open there a cedar chest of more
old verse; a space that’s sheltered from the fray.
It’s there I sit upon an oaken floor.
Reach back to thoughts of sunlit, better days.

This book is worn and bent but thoughts so free
I read, again,  the courage of her_ bold.
The words, a treasure trove of Emily
where warmth gives joy to yet another soul.

I rise and take her volume in my arms;
descend my stair with laughing, schoolgirl charm.

(Day9, April Writer’s Digest PAD. Write a “shelter” poem)