A. Gene Childe redux

Prayer for Janie 

So many years down this twisted road, 
Far-traveled this heart from maverick meander; 
Now a moment, some minutes, of music 
     that played behind us those nights 

The notes and voice unchanged through time, 
And thus my heart feels you close, and clearly; 
Too, my arms and hands – even fingers – 
     recall afresh your softness, warmth 

A smile (some gold, a halo) alit before me; 
Work and duties finished, evening opened, 
Whispers in the night down roads I'll never find, 
     smoke or fog let loose, embracing 

Private grasp, tender touch, taste of mint; scent of summer, sense of heat... your heart 
Explored together while wire untwisted 
     brought in melody (and muse) and stars 

Today and now, the winter draws ever nigh 
Cool air and clouds and distant sun 
Too long gone past our heat together 
     when dark enfolded hearts unharnessed 

Our play of youth, dance of lip and tongue, touch, 
To years unceasing I've not surrendered 
Within a soul that trusts you, too, some days recall 
     eager young hands, tender wordless love 

Miles away, dizzy years far driven, 
I pray for you, sweet Jane, the love your trust deserved, 
The hand of God about you, His peace all-filling 
     the ages here inside that never left us; 

That: time unthinking still carried you kindly, 
Bearing you gently on through the world I left you 
And at times unbidden unaging songs 
     whisper yet my younger touch to you




The Painter's Honeymoon -- Frederic Leighton