Starboat Messengers


() this is only a d r e a m 
my boat is made of stars tonight
eternal rivers beckon
atoms  composing. . . infinite light
shines through and through the bones of trees
send their good ghosts to heavens grace and glory 
kindness opening, it's door though never really closed
Loretta lights a match in a hearth of heart d i v i n e
messengers travel up and down 
ladders sprung from blazing wheels of Kingdom Come,
It may grow quite cold this winter, says she whilst knitting
mystic yarns from clouds she seeds behind smoke screens, in the yard
my boat is racing through rising tides of paper white and wist
intoning incantations portraying soul, ' dear alchemist '
alembic s w a n s swim out to meet our oars led by an elegant egret 
soaring on w i n g s of otherwise
a river's rising in your eyes ,
This is a l w a y s a d r e a m ()




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-09-18 at 22:06

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