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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Celadon Ceramics


Celadon ceramics are collecting years of dust

On stands of ebony with iron legs of ornate rust

In a sitting room where poetry was whispered in her ear

On a satin pillowed sofa as she listened with a tear

So gently you reached out to take her dainty hand in yours

Then she withdrew with billowed dress through the courtyard doors

In the darkness of the night you held a billion stars at bay

As you tried to capture the sweet love that took your breath away

The carpets on the tiled floors are eaten by the moths

As through the years with painful tears you sadly pace across

The echoes of the laughter and the music of the past

Dancing through the corridors of dreams that did not last


©Kay Salady
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