River of Summer

Something alien in the engine summer
Pretend altars builded to deities mute and blind
Gods of paths of forests vast and sprawling
Burial attendees appear behind the clouds
Terribly beautiful cities lament the loss of their eyes,
There was something behind it all, ( just a thought )
I followed along with the deepest river clear and cold
Fought alongside sidereal armies of the cross and swords
Raised as though to cut a path through night into Heaven
A life in death took me through falling, falling
Falling into a strangely sweet song lighting the leaves
Grew on alien trees in the engine summer,
Following the river to it's clear cold depths.



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-05-01 at 20:37

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StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
Strange and lovely, lovely and strange. Nope, the 2 are not mutually exclusive; you've just proven it here. ;)
2013-05-02



Curiosity got the best of me... I just sent the book to kindle. :)
2013-05-01