A Willow Wind


My love that was a willow wind
She grew inside a place I used to be
While waiting for the world to end
As armies ruled by a pagan god
Marched for conquerors bold as worms
I used to read her script and prophecy 
And ask her what she had in mind,

She used to speak all languages
Wearing a watch of green with a leaf like tongue
Telling of a time rich in secrets one may never tell
The way a moment vanishes
To reappear on the road to Kingdom Come
Like a wish often made and lost for keeps deep in a well,

My love sings and light appears like a smile on her lips
Angels trip their wings and rise
In the movement of her eyes 
A garden made for Grace whispers gently
Where those set free the grass may bend
My love that was a willow wind...












Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-12-27 at 20:03

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