“No need to spell your name for God
there goes an ancient riddle,
just listen to the moment, nod,
you are listening to strange cathedrals…” -ej
No More To Be Missed
Because you existAll that was before lives and dies
In a different light,
The once eternal night
Begins to untwist
My anchor casts off, sets sail and flies,
When you sing the verses none may steal
Because Heaven is a gift and Life it's song,
Somewhere inside I find Love is real
What was dead in me until you proved me wrong,
Lives again as though more whole, to fill
With the ghost of kindness, tender dear
If I listen closely, 'yes' I hear
Words I always knew with all my will
No more to be missed
Because you exist.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-02-08 at 00:36
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