Grows Within
As you sleep a deep rain forest grows within your hair
Haunted cities stalk the dreams alive inside your eyes
Voices talk in muted whispering non sequitur
Just outside the range of violet sight feeling something strangely stir
Perhaps it's but an emerald spoon in a crystal coffee cup
Ghost memories of an afternoon spent with someone given up
A thought forgotten long ago, a promise lost, tears in the rain
Falling again into the skies, knows no one is there
As you sleep a deep rain forest grows within your hair
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-01-02 at 23:04
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