Catching The Light
The way she caught the lightOn any given day deep inside the night
behind her eyes lurked paradise
so precious and beyond any price
that I had ever earned to pay,
attention to the little things
the way a moment takes your time away
"Nothing is written in concrete."
she once said to me
just like the Sybill or an Egyptian Sphinx
how was I to be
or ever figure out the way that she thinks?
In equations of eternal spirit
In spirited riddles like a forest of musical trees
where whispers flower growing in plain sight
into a song which sings forever sweet
"Nothing is written in concrete."
she once said to me
On any given day deep inside the night
The way she caught the light...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2014-05-31 at 00:16
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