Memories - Etched on the Ages

by Dayo   Jun 26, 2020


Ages speak and roll its time,
And never is her language known to us
As oft we live by calculations that die on the vine;
But the arrows of love do know direction and destination.

We both have been struck in wonder,
Of the amusement that bestrode our kindled flame;
While our paths were yet charted,
And left the 'morrow to guide the rest.

Whilst the dawn wakes from slumber,
And sets her hand to usher us down the aisle
To conjoin our halves together
And help build the fortress of love as our habitation.

Memories is yet set to be weaved,
With tunes of melodies and aroma of scenting love filling the air
Of our unfading and infinite basking glory
To transfuse to our coming heirs.

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  • 1 week ago

    by Milly Hayward

    A beautifully written piece with lovely imagery. I can see why Hellon nominated it. A most pleasurable read. Milly x

  • 1 week ago

    by Hellon

    I really like this poem...it just captured my attention and I've now read it a few times, liking it more and more. Nominated!!

    Just one thing I'd question and that;s your opening line...Ages speak and roll its time,

    I thing it should be...Age speaks and rolls its time. Not 100% sure though.