Wutherings
Surrounded in her all aloneShe runs across the moors singing soft an eerie song;
Weaves the china birds shell blue skies into fabrics for a dress
Wandering through fields she dreams, of the lovers warm embrace she wore,
He can see the musing of her face so closely faraway she races time
Look back across an Atlantic symphony where crashing epiphany repeats
His name to her heartbeats as it rains rivers of light that ruin the colours so bright and run along pathways behind the picturesque scenes once painted to her passing delight;
Again into Night they fall into the altogether
Two Loves become as one and fade into the weather
Released from bonds of Life, undone,
Surrounded in her all alone
By he.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-03-17 at 01:08
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