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B y e T he Way



When the time comes I shall walk down
Down past the tree that grew bye the way
Carrying a worldly harvest of soul in my heart
With night in my eyes and light on my mind
Let go to the tides surrender the earthly mold
When the river is high too high to.resist
Then shall I know the time to let go,

For somewhere there is an evening
Casting shadowy spurs into the reaches of bone
Every sun that ever shone must hide at last
Alone before these branches bowing
Some say there is no way of knowing.

As for me the world was always lessened to try
On such an evening when the mirrors blur and fly
The watch unwinds without a sound
With light in my soul what is there to find
When the time comes I shall lie down
Past the tree that grew b y e the way. . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-12-24 at 21:55

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