In The Outer Blue
She shall wait for you in the outer blue of everything
Singing high notes, so clear as the clearest skies
Shining like Heaven's divine promise as close and as distant
Music breathes through your very breathing, see her weaving
A mourning cloak for morning, noon and the evening of Fate
The day may come to haunt you soon or later than you possibly think
Like a granted wish a secret sought, a thought dreaming to bring
She shall wait for you in the outer blue of everything
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-03-27 at 21:03
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