Walks Through Dreams
When she walks, she walks through dreamsHer hair parting the waves of nights and days
She climbs high in forests of the a i r
Looking out from heights unseen she sees
Into those cold, dark lonely places where
Half lives are lived in hopeless pain,
But then she smiles a heartbreak beauty smile
The World is filled with Light again,
The seas are singing visions where I sleep within
My soul, flowing toward her streams,
When she walks, she walks through dreams...
( A Sequel To Prelude )
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 2012-10-17 at 18:48
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