Another 2006 venture.
when the rain is falling slow
like a train lost in the snow
in a blowing ethereal storm of white
light ringing black bells lost in the night
what there you find, you never know,
come again to see the show
dark until the curtains rise
like a dream sleeps in your eyes
the sea of aisles where you row
life away, never realise,
there is no hand to reach your face
the ground is high the sky below
the grass tonight must die to grow
and grow it does there in your place
is taken nigh the rivers flow
always away
gone gone gone
another day
water stone
when the rain is falling
slow
like a train lost in the
snow
in a blow
ing
ethereal storm of
white
light ringing black
bells
lost in the
night...
© 2006
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-01-22 at 01:56
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Light Ringing Black Bells
when the rain is falling slow
like a train lost in the snow
in a blowing ethereal storm of white
light ringing black bells lost in the night
what there you find, you never know,
come again to see the show
dark until the curtains rise
like a dream sleeps in your eyes
the sea of aisles where you row
life away, never realise,
there is no hand to reach your face
the ground is high the sky below
the grass tonight must die to grow
and grow it does there in your place
is taken nigh the rivers flow
always away
gone gone gone
another day
water stone
when the rain is falling
slow
like a train lost in the
snow
in a blow
ing
ethereal storm of
white
light ringing black
bells
lost in the
night...
© 2006
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 581 times
Written on 2013-01-22 at 01:56
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