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Guess it was only the other day
Heaven shone through your face
Like silence with nothing else to say
All alone in fields of burning stars
Gathering Grace you wove into a dress
Worn with a beauty no one else would ever wear
Above roads of funereal cars
Were bearing away souls of loneliness
Wondering would you ever be anywhere near
Ages come and go playing passes at the past
Pages only so saying love may live at last,
Still, I reach for you and the night replies
' Come taste my dreams pure, sweet as lullabies'
So I came and tasted, no refusing her violets
Lit the underskies with lightnings, flowering into living words
Like the way that Time flies the night sings when you're falling between worlds,
When she holds you blameless recovering your secrets
With wishes ancient as creation like being born again
As she fills you with elation like morning and the rain
Caresses like thoughts of endless always
Following these threads all of these pathways
Don't know the time and place
Guess it was only the other day
Heaven shone through your face
Like silence with nothing else to say
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-11-23 at 00:53
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Like Silence
Don't know the time and placeGuess it was only the other day
Heaven shone through your face
Like silence with nothing else to say
All alone in fields of burning stars
Gathering Grace you wove into a dress
Worn with a beauty no one else would ever wear
Above roads of funereal cars
Were bearing away souls of loneliness
Wondering would you ever be anywhere near
Ages come and go playing passes at the past
Pages only so saying love may live at last,
Still, I reach for you and the night replies
' Come taste my dreams pure, sweet as lullabies'
So I came and tasted, no refusing her violets
Lit the underskies with lightnings, flowering into living words
Like the way that Time flies the night sings when you're falling between worlds,
When she holds you blameless recovering your secrets
With wishes ancient as creation like being born again
As she fills you with elation like morning and the rain
Caresses like thoughts of endless always
Following these threads all of these pathways
Don't know the time and place
Guess it was only the other day
Heaven shone through your face
Like silence with nothing else to say
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 1021 times
Written on 2013-11-23 at 00:53
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