The Givers of the Gifted


Kay Salady, Author


Bands of gold about my wrists

And a sterling ring of silver

Bind me to the minions

In wait along the river

Channeling illusion

Beyond my weary mind

Somewhere in the silence

Comes what I hope to find

Streaming through the darkness

Fallacious beams of light

Orbs of soft persuasion

Lead me on to write

Messages to others

Who may not comprehend

Within each line of beauty

The gift the sages send

Golden is its aura

As old as is the earth

They walk inside the portals

Where poetry gives birth

The givers of the gifted

Who see beyond the veil

Reaching through the stillness

With words that shall prevail

Beyond the sands of time

Far past dead minstrel’s bones

For through the poet’s rhyme

The memories alone remain


©Kay Salady















About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on April 9, 2013, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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