Unaware

I overstepped a boundary the day I trusted you
Believing in the fairytale no other love will do
Walking down a broken road strewn with forget-me-nots
The poppy tea that I'd consumed was strong and boiling hot
I'd burnt my tongue and couldn't speak my eyes refused to see
Yet these ears took inside what you'd infused in me
Hour after endless hour the running of the sands
Merged within my being until those distant lands
Became my own and so did you or was it me
Which one is true what could I do
I found that I had somehow become so very lost
And knew that I had paid an extraordinary cost
By losing myself and losing tender youth
Wasting precious time and neglecting my own truth
My darling you are cunning but you never will be wise
You had been very stunning but love wore a disguise
Now that I can see you for who you truly are
I'm running through the forest and far cannot be far
Enough

©Kay Salady

Not Every Candle Burns


This flesh and blood and bone

Not every candle burns

Unless one strikes the flame

That makes a body yearn

Yet mortal flesh recoils

When in its devastation

Confounded by the furor

Of passion’s agitation 

I had eluded love

By my own volition 

What was I thinking of

To make such a decision

Who sees my devastation 

Or thinks to heal my soul

While I abstain from everything 

That is so beautiful 

Your vacant eyes can’t see

How the feelings stir

So deep inside of me

Not every candle burns
©Kay Salady

City of Strangers

Old age is an island surrounded by death . . . 

Foreign to myself

In this foreign land

I fear my own reflection 

I run toward the light 

Only to find darkness

For I sought solace

In empty arms

That reach to touch

No one
©Kay Salady

For but a Moment

For but a moment

I inhaled the sweet fragrance

Of the incense that you bring

You wrapped a crimson string

Around my trembling heart

And clenched with anxious fingers

This hand that let you go
©Kay Salady
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Glamour

In my fascination 

My wild imagination

Desires to fill my needs

With endless dirty deeds

As I lust after you 

All the nighttime through

And the spell I’m under

Is driven by the thunder

To be taken to the edge

The screaming in my head

Wakes me from my dreams

I quiver ecstatically

With thoughts of you and me

In the shadow of the night

Feeling oh so tight

And I think it would be right

To love you
©Kay Salady

Complacent

I sit here in my solitude 

conversing with a stranger

And I wonder if she knows

the clear and present danger

of spending too much time

alone with something broken

Had I thought the consequence

I never would have spoken
©Kay Salady

The Call

A gift is meant to be given freely and without merit . . . such is the heart that loves. – Kay Salady

Beyond interpretation 

Is the sanctity of love

Mere words cannot define

Its beauty or the fragrance of

A moment in its splendor

Nor the memory of its bliss

The heart cannot contain

The awesome wonder of its gift

The Master has imparted

Upon each cherished soul

To whom he calls beloved

Something rare and beautiful 

And from his open hands

We pass this glowing ball

From one heart to another

When we hear the sacred call

To love

©Kay Salady


Doorstep of a Stranger

I’m sitting on the doorstep of a stranger

Making myself small so he can’t see

That I may be defenseless from the danger

And I am not as brave as I could be

Yesterday I vowed that I would struggle

Against most anything to change my life

But now I find myself beneath the rubble

Of bigger things that cut just like a knife

As I look back I realize the blessings

That slipped between my fingers in a day

Yet I had faith my future would be brighter

If I’d let go of everything and pray

I’ve come too far to settle for a valley 

When my big dream was set upon a hill

This is not the stage for my finale

And I’ll be damned if they can break my will

©Kay Salady
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Depressed

 

I’m overly apologetic

And self-explanatory

Thanking you too much

For hearing my sob story

When do I say when

Or that I’ve had enough

Of living in a world

Where there’s never

Quite enough

When everything is you

And nothing’s ever me

You say I’m being selfish

And have no right to be

Depressed

 
©Kay Salady

Nobody Knows


Nobody knows how I feel inside

Not wearing my heart on my sleeve

I’m keeping myself concealed

By stuffing my feelings

Until the day comes

That I explode

And then I

Will be

Fucked
©Kay Salady