For an Eternal Love. (Yes, you.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H9RyvUGJ5Wc
Listening to: Gene Clark, (The Strength of Strings)
Mood: Agape/Metaphysical.
pretend the impressions we have of us are only
raindrops music dissolving slowly into
an ever expanding pool of eternal light,
Invincible Love that only grows more lovely with the passing days
Shall I not yet muse and dream of the myrmidon that is
Such an incredible shining jewel focusing and reflecting
The one and all living kingdom which flies within and beyond
Every eye that dreams to see
You,
Walk not only in this world before the eyes of human wise
Are the ways that in your mind designed to dwell therein
Are visions of dimensional depth and breadth of breath and fine
Perceptions to divine the warp of winding wounds cut through
The battered hearts of those weeping souls chained and bound
To be free,
Pretend the impressions we have of us are only
raindrops music dissolving slowly into
an ever expanding pool of eternal light,
If there were not a here and now.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-08-06 at 17:01
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H9RyvUGJ5Wc
Listening to: Gene Clark, (The Strength of Strings)
Mood: Agape/Metaphysical.
Here and Now
If there were not a here and nowpretend the impressions we have of us are only
raindrops music dissolving slowly into
an ever expanding pool of eternal light,
Invincible Love that only grows more lovely with the passing days
Shall I not yet muse and dream of the myrmidon that is
Such an incredible shining jewel focusing and reflecting
The one and all living kingdom which flies within and beyond
Every eye that dreams to see
You,
Walk not only in this world before the eyes of human wise
Are the ways that in your mind designed to dwell therein
Are visions of dimensional depth and breadth of breath and fine
Perceptions to divine the warp of winding wounds cut through
The battered hearts of those weeping souls chained and bound
To be free,
Pretend the impressions we have of us are only
raindrops music dissolving slowly into
an ever expanding pool of eternal light,
If there were not a here and now.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 961 times
Written on 2014-08-06 at 17:01
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