Old Mascara
Particles of old mascaraFall like dreams of heaven
From haunted ghostly eyes
Both blue and gray
Look inside you see
Me, look away
Feel a beat of my heart
Steel a stab in the back
Again
Like rain
You pour it out on me
And I fall
Inside your forest arms of grace
Sunlight dancing across freshly painted summer fields
Glancing at the moving sidelong shadow that we made
Feel it come to me again then fade once more
Like some lonely movie score about love and loss
Going away, looking across an era
Fall like dreams of heaven
Particles of old mascara
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-11-09 at 23:37
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