Slow Misting Rain
Maybe tonight you will visit againWhen sleep has fallen like a slow misting rain
Like leaves of singing silver calling
Your name sweet as a river and as deep,
Time hides behind it's own shadow in this place no one may stay forever
Alone beside what never is to see the light of day, if I awaken too soon,
To a memory too sorrowful to repeat, yet there it is
Beating right inside my heart, that is slain
Maybe tonight you will visit again,
Your name sweet as a river and as deep
Like leaves of singing silver calling
When sleep has fallen like a slow misting rain . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2019-09-06 at 21:39
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