Lost Fields of Yesterday

Time, they say, heals wounds.
I haven’t found that to be so —
For through lost fields of yesterday
My heart will ever go

Love, I hear, takes time.
Well, time’s the one thing that I lack –
Yet to lost fields of yesterday
My heart keeps going back

I let it all just wander free;
I try to be more lenient —
I’ve never done emotions right,
They are most inconvenient

Yes love itself, I’m often told,
Is life’s great mystery —
Like long lost fields of yesterday
Where you’re still there
With me

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

6 thoughts on “Lost Fields of Yesterday”

  1. shoot i wish i could write as you do. Thank you for speaking for so many of us as i’m sure you do: you certainly have expressed me in every stanza-wizard! Now if only one could have a magic moment with that mystery of life resolved.
    Holly

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