Too Bright To See

You are the light too bright for me to see
A tree that up to the roof of Heaven grows
(Who knows me inside out like no one else knows)
And though I love to dream a pantomime
Where through your leaves and branches climb
All the raining stars that shine in my eyes
A softly immense swelling sea of sighs
Every time I hear you breathe or read your mind
Secret slip behind the curtain blinds you wear each night
Like A book of ancient scripts concerned with second sight
To hold your slender hands like sacred scrolls of halcyon souls unveiled
Until I feel the voice of God speak, apparently,
You are a light too bright for me to see.



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-09-03 at 02:06

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