The Longest Day 

This day glides into the west, 
slipping inside lengthening shadows
while dancing one last dance
on the topside of leaves
in a muted shade of coral
cast with a hint
of corn silk and longing
painted on the wall.

The sun 
seems to linger on the horizon
dragging its feet on the wind,
reluctant to let go of this day,
like a yearning glance
over the shoulder of time
passing a volume of thoughts
through the eye of a needle
in the time it takes to catch a breath
and lace it around an aching heart 
with the gossamer threads 
stretched between the fingers
of parting lovers.

And I am left 
clinging to a memory 
laden with the taste of Love
revived with every kiss
of tongue against the palate,
igniting the sparks of a wildfire
as it slides down the throat
and rages like a tornado
in the pit of a void.

This day cannot be counted
in the hours on the clock,
but in the ache
of parted hearts
lifted from the ground
like Dorothy,
spinning through the vortex,
ruby shoes intact, 
bypassing the dream
and heading straight for Oz
where the Wizard winks in the setting sun,
as this day slips behind the night
with a sigh.

 

 

august 2005
ŠJanet Reid



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