Rise Your Eyes

Late last night the morning whispering
'rise your eyes, fly to the top of the hills,
we are waiting there, we will see you wear
your hair long and high, days gone bye
undisguised your eyes saw clearly through
the mirrors bordering river blue and gray
come today with all your love brave and sure
we read the lines inside the strings of clues and signs
the volumes which your pictures spoke
soft as a mountain in the distant dusk,
when all the world is but a w o r d,
beckoning you h u s h.
Rise your eyes, fly to the top of the hills...'
Late last night the morning whispering.



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2012-09-26 at 18:25

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