Perhaps It Was
It was late on a rainy eveningSaw her standing in shadowy lamplight
All alone within herself wearing a mask
Perhaps it was my eyes were deceiving
Seeing such a damosel in this plight
Maybe there was no one there, I did not ask
Still in the darkening skies with thunder breaking
And lightning looming fast caught in the pulses of her throat
Looked like something sad in her eyes spoke without speaking
To my thoughts resuming past the rivers tide upon which we float
It was late on a rainy evening
Perhaps it was her eyes were deceiving . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-03-27 at 22:54
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