Until Then
Sunsets spiral into deep unknownsViolet bridges take us where forests burn without a breath
Once we were held so close and yet never a touch of Light to see
Perhaps one day the World will wake to the heavens and the sea
Shall speak in a voice so strangely familiar sounds of echoes Home,
Farewell the Night comes swallowing myth and legend whole
It all may be a different end or as was again,
Until then.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2017-01-31 at 02:12
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