We Were In
Remembering moments free as a lark or a play we were inA voice like a dream singing songs like ribbons of light to spin
Around the day, on the way around the looming, luminous bending
Display on back lit screen, across the mossy hills of paper green
From here to backwards down a penny strewn trail of ghostly organ notes
Writing the lines, twining the vines of only hoping to connect a few stray dots
Casting of heartbeats in retreats into the shadowy camouflaged back lots
Of here we are again in Night the dark rain on tin,
Remembering moments free as a lark or a play we were in . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2019-08-27 at 14:41
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