The Song

A multi-flowering labyrinth replenishes the song
Ever flowering and devouring at raindrops and pins
While hours are exploding, implosions within
Wheels of blue nova expanding who knows where?
The sky is a coverlet for infants of spirit it's
Dreaming of distant Morning and Nightmares are near
Mythic brocades of sounds are embroidering that no one may hear,
Like an ancient Church covered by Ages and Forests of Hypnotized Eyes
Like discrete and disparate dragons burning pariahs burying arias of Light
Now your Sorrow is a symbiotic amphibian or snakes
It is a Book you read but never wrote between the lines mistakes
Are made, never created, the Garden Shade will be reinstated
Suns are Shining over places never lived in form or flesh
Pulling petals of spirit from the mud, the earth where storms yet thresh
And moan the ethereal groan is rising to Heavens how much pain
Dancing on violet edges of
All was even known and gone
Whatever has been done simply is made to write a wrong
A multi-flowering labyrinth replenishes the song ~



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-01-27 at 21:44

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