We There.
In a land of See-Again appears
our old trysting tree.
Falling thru’ time I see the place
where my lover waits.
Wrapped in immortality’s folds
gleam priceless moments.
We there have not been parted
and youth owns our hearts.
Memory like the muse still plays
transmutation games.
Ageless are unmoveable dreams
where new is ceaseless.
Vision creates again Love’s time
that once known cannot decline.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Wow, Fay this an amazing write 🌹
Was a delightful read ❤️
Much appreciated your visit and comment my friend.
The wonderful thing which love is creates a treasure within us which, given the right moment or scenario, we can tap into and experience the high in our heart again. Leaving us with a wry grin thinking 'well i know i didnt miss out on THAT part of living did I?
But hey, it's never too late and, who knows, it could be even better were it to visit the heart later in life. I'm game LOL.
Good write Fay.
A very nice quatorzain Fay. Well executed, in my view, and a pleasure to read.
Ex animo, Alan
Angela here - Ahhh Fay if only DEJA VU could carry us back to our trysting places ! However in this life we only really have one chance to relish the eagerness & inhibition of *Young Love* ! At 31 & 36 Brian & I are enjoying it now and will explore it much much deeper after April ! However in 50 years time we will need DEJA VU to relive it ! But for us now *The new is ceaseless ! * Thanks for caring & sharing - AMEN
Blessings - Peace - Joy & Love
Yours ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡💙🧡
"Wrapped in immortality’s folds" - what wonderful words I can believe that this is where my loved one is.
Great write Fay.
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