Obviously Not

If I smiled at the look on your face
When we stepped out of time...
Through the looking glass spun clear
Past the evergreen trees silent guard
Soft as shadows hand in hand we went
Inside the spinning wheel's descent...

Like purloined dreams awake without place
Where whispers lightly chime
Ever so close, disappear
With the world so gone it is not hard
Wander into where the fabric's rent
So obviously not evident. ..



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-03-21 at 22:48

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