'Oh I say Alice Paperwhite's Divine.'
Alice Paperwhite walks through forests of thought on a moonlit night
Threading lines to read the pages of dreams with her slender fingers of light,
Counting the feathers afloat amongst leaves gathers your letters a basket she weaves
Into some beautifully fantastic chiaroscuro of song to dance with lyrical shadows of souls
There is a well deep inside her deepest eyes where only she and she alone knows the name of each and every stone,
Painting their holy images just outside your waking hours right before the Sun bursts high
To burn another retinal day into the fiber of our beings a few more pages until away
When Alice Paperwhite walks through forests of thought on a moonlit night . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-02-27 at 01:48
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Alice Paperwhite In Dream Forests
Alice Paperwhite walks through forests of thought on a moonlit night
Threading lines to read the pages of dreams with her slender fingers of light,
Counting the feathers afloat amongst leaves gathers your letters a basket she weaves
Into some beautifully fantastic chiaroscuro of song to dance with lyrical shadows of souls
There is a well deep inside her deepest eyes where only she and she alone knows the name of each and every stone,
Painting their holy images just outside your waking hours right before the Sun bursts high
To burn another retinal day into the fiber of our beings a few more pages until away
When Alice Paperwhite walks through forests of thought on a moonlit night . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 599 times
Written on 2013-02-27 at 01:48
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