AM
playing sweet melancholy airs
Woven through secret languors of her hair
may battle family history
all the struggle to exist in the midst of so much care
more is made of trees than shade is made
how much less to say is there?
Will she wonder about the morning leaves burning light
lives inside the suite of fingers that she was chosen to wear
Born against the casting die, when Heaven turned a blind eye
to such an iniquitous natal din
as angels arrived to live within
so many sang, dancing on a pin,
Will she walk, shall she dance with them to a tune only Heaven knows?
When all ill tides have turned in time
And they are dead who lived the crime
Will she wave a wand over the world that spawned her pain
It has been written that such a child shall be born again,
Playing sweetly carefree airs
With a heir apparent mystery
Wonders through secret languors of her hair
more is made of trees than shade is made
there she shall show you how to care...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-07-12 at 00:17
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Apparent Mystery
Where a heir apparent mysteryplaying sweet melancholy airs
Woven through secret languors of her hair
may battle family history
all the struggle to exist in the midst of so much care
more is made of trees than shade is made
how much less to say is there?
Will she wonder about the morning leaves burning light
lives inside the suite of fingers that she was chosen to wear
Born against the casting die, when Heaven turned a blind eye
to such an iniquitous natal din
as angels arrived to live within
so many sang, dancing on a pin,
Will she walk, shall she dance with them to a tune only Heaven knows?
When all ill tides have turned in time
And they are dead who lived the crime
Will she wave a wand over the world that spawned her pain
It has been written that such a child shall be born again,
Playing sweetly carefree airs
With a heir apparent mystery
Wonders through secret languors of her hair
more is made of trees than shade is made
there she shall show you how to care...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 980 times
Written on 2014-07-12 at 00:17
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