SALISBURY LANDSCAPES POEM 2

As we near to Valentine's Day, we think of our special loved ones. It is traditional to write of love in poetry and so it is a time when most people think about how to write to a loved one.

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“Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.” William Faulkner

In Time

When will we know of love’s recompense?

The full fruits having blossomed ripe,

Unguarded and unaware we fritter our

Love as if there is no end to accomplish.

This is love in its purest incarnation,

Full youth gaily spreading its joy,

Unthinking of the hour or destination,

Picking of the ripest fruit ignorant of care.

In time we shall know where love heads,

To what position we will become accustomed,

And which by rights is our kingdom,

Our realm in which we will prosper.

Our recompense is in our loving day by day,

So do not fear my love that we waste,

The trembling hour so fragile it passes without

Note or even ceremony so quick it is to leave.

“The part of life we really live is small. For all the rest of existence is not life, but merely time.” Lucius Annaeus Seneca