Before the dense dark I think of her.
Into which I dip a grey-white quill wisp,
And on passing purple papyrus scrolls
I pen an ocean-going ode to you, my love,
Illuminated by yawning sun-shafts,
Punctuated by grammarian galaxies,
The velvet vellum of the near-night
Is despatched on my lovelorn sigh,
Praying you'll see it in your heaven
Or in a cloudy dream yet to be coalesced.
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2009-07-08 at 23:36
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Clouds at nightfall
Inky-blue clouds coalesce into a wellInto which I dip a grey-white quill wisp,
And on passing purple papyrus scrolls
I pen an ocean-going ode to you, my love,
Illuminated by yawning sun-shafts,
Punctuated by grammarian galaxies,
The velvet vellum of the near-night
Is despatched on my lovelorn sigh,
Praying you'll see it in your heaven
Or in a cloudy dream yet to be coalesced.
Poetry by Chris Fernie
Read 728 times
Written on 2009-07-08 at 23:36
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