In Fields of Reverie

“Of all losses, time is the most irrecuperable for it can never be redeemed.” 

-Henry VIII of England

door-breakthrough-poppies

The poppies have withered

And I’ve forgotten how to dream

Their black seeds crushed

In the hourglass

Its fine sand now declining

Deception came to take away

The time I thought was mine

Remembrance sealed

Inside my heart

Beyond an open door

How I hunger for a window

Leading to the green

Where I might reap

That hallowed sleep

In fields of reverie

 

©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 November 21, 2016, in Kay Salady Poetry, poetry, quote, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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