My Lover Remains

My Lover Remains

Biding my time

Whiling the hours

Lost in my reverie

Amid the red flowers

In fields where I laid

With a lover I knew

Would leave me alone

To slumber on through

The morning’s sweet hush

Now whispers his name

I yearn to take wing

Yet here I remain

Biding my time

Whiling the hours

Slumbering still

Amid poppy flowers

For here in my dreams

The years have not passed

My lover remains

A spell has been cast

My potion he sips

Like sweet berry wine

With his willing lips

That come to meet mine

My lover remains

In my reverie

As I slumber through

So diligently

Inhaling the dew

From petals of red

To linger in bliss

Yet again on my bed

©Kay Salady

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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 August 23, 2014, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

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