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
(“Lost Fields of Yesterday” – 4-4-2017)
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
this is so beautiful and emotional. i can relate to every word you say. Thank you!
This is a wonderful piece of poetry ! Loved it.
Thank you!
Very profound poem 🙂 awesome !
Lovely. Sounds like my first, and everlasting, true love.
Its not that time heals all wounds so much as in time one learns how to live with them. 🙂
Well put!
Thank you! 🙂