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Feel her ripples singing summer greens, trail light fingers through the trees,
"I will die for you she says, I will rise for you bright as Heaven no more night."
Spreading wings feather breezes caress sorrows like a kiss, like she knows
Everything you ever felt, said or did, nothing is remembered, nothing is hidden,
Comes the day, a window opens out of nowhere and you ask for her again
She appears in every smile and tear, slowly and suddenly she is the thunder and the rain,
Her banks are gentle in their strength, soft in silence, silk's unyielding arch
There is a bridge where I shall wait, sleep just to awaken, awakened just to leave,
There are other lives and other worlds where I must be, not just one in which to weave,
Yet, in my silent emptiness she gives me everything, love is a prison that wisdom frees
Feel her ripples singing summer greens, trail light fingers through the trees,
Comes the day to lie down, close the covers of my eyes, kiss the river sighs...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-07-02 at 02:31
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Summer Greens
Comes the day to lie down, close the covers of my eyes, kiss the river sighsFeel her ripples singing summer greens, trail light fingers through the trees,
"I will die for you she says, I will rise for you bright as Heaven no more night."
Spreading wings feather breezes caress sorrows like a kiss, like she knows
Everything you ever felt, said or did, nothing is remembered, nothing is hidden,
Comes the day, a window opens out of nowhere and you ask for her again
She appears in every smile and tear, slowly and suddenly she is the thunder and the rain,
Her banks are gentle in their strength, soft in silence, silk's unyielding arch
There is a bridge where I shall wait, sleep just to awaken, awakened just to leave,
There are other lives and other worlds where I must be, not just one in which to weave,
Yet, in my silent emptiness she gives me everything, love is a prison that wisdom frees
Feel her ripples singing summer greens, trail light fingers through the trees,
Comes the day to lie down, close the covers of my eyes, kiss the river sighs...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 651 times
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Written on 2013-07-02 at 02:31
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