Light Construe
She was born to answer for some others sinsThis was the mystery that drew
With a noose of silk like Light construe,
Like a ghost she wore the moonlight trees for gowns back lit
Angels held fragrant candles burning leaves for the Hell of Heaven's sake
There were no words that could ever open the book
Buried in an old satin graveyard with the childhood tears she never cried,
Someone else may have given up their soul and flown lost into The Night
Somehow she always held onto something what she had known most to be her right
Now my eyes fill with her tears, with secret deserts high and dry
Why ever why was I meant to be the one to see?
She was born to answer for some others sins
This was the mystery that drew
With a noose of silk like Light construe . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-05-21 at 20:38
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