Chords In Blue

Who, how in Heavens name crafted such a lovely this
Is counting backwards to piano chords in blue light rain
Ghost winds comb the breathing, sighing willow trees
Bending, never breaking the skies full of shooting, streaking
Stars in dresses , like royal empresses of Forever Night
Goes streaming, endlessly dreaming of;
Who, now comes to stay yet leaves today goes away forever
Stays that way;
You were why the sky appeared to shine so crystal clear
My heart , my art, whispering pearls in your seashell ear
Just a longing kiss, into all this emptiness~



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2017-01-14 at 20:04

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Maija Liepins
Some of your lines absolutely delight me - and then there is MORE, they're part of a whole, but wait I'm still reeling from the beauty of the image:

"Ghost winds comb the breathing, sighing willow trees"
2017-01-14