Of The Day
She walks in Light parting waves of the day"I am not here," she says, "please look away"
She sees the sea washing past and present alike
Trying to be wishing last in essence for faith
Flying off into the skies cast as a ghost or wraith
To disappear again and again
Threading silver rivers between rain
And the Night falls a soft, sweet tide of thought
One really ought to learn to know
Though it may be only the snow
Falling slowly into my soul like words
She speaks to me within my house of clay
"I am not here," she says,"please look away."
She walks in Light parting waves of the day .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-01-01 at 15:15
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