Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
In the night and in the rain,
And in the sunny summer days
Love came beautifully.
Came by curious ways.
Time was not time then
Hearts were as a flame.
There was neither time nor place
When love came, when love came.
You held my heart to lightly
In eager careless hands
When I go to give it whole to you
Had broken iron bands.
Life could not have taught you
How fragile things may break,
Nor when it fell small pity
For even my poor sake.
Autumn went crying in the hills that year
Under a leaden sky.
Yet neither the hill nor tree nor windy rain
Cried lonelier than I.
October went reluctantly along.
Her leaf brown hillside track;
You never knew or cared when I had gone
How long that I looked back.
Time dulls the sharpest pain, I think,
And it is easy to forget.
They tell me this. It must be true.
It must be true...and yet.....
But something cold is in me.
I might pass you anywhere,
And see your face and eyes light up;
I would hardly care.
It was not the buying songs from him.
I knew. It needed more than him
To deceive who have bought
And lost so long.
I did not buy a song from him.
He had filled his bag with lost things
That a girl sings.
I stood my small songs in a little row.
And I think I got back from him
Something I had lost long ago.