Isolation’s Hour

Isolation's Hour


In isolation’s hour

This vessel exhales soul

Then lifts her pen to write

Of a love so wonderful

Enduring in a chest

And flowing throughout veins

A constant coursing flood

Of memories remain

As an ever rising mist

Her life’s implicit dream

Is etched across the page

As an endless aching stream

That takes one’s heart away

To places warm and tender

Where eyes give up their tears

And hearts dare to surrender

If but only for a moment

As she opens up a gate

Where butterflies still perch

And Casanovas wait

Beside the tranquil gardens

Where lovers take delight

There beneath the heavens

She holds him in her sight

Smiling down at her

Bright shining as a star

Reaching out his hand

To cradle her desire

Soft as velvet bliss

She floats within the power

Of love transcending distance

In isolation’s hour


©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 November 30, 2013, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Beautiful


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