Paradigm Of Rivers
Beautiful paradigm of r i v e r sTragically scarred monument of l i g h t~
Let your dreaming hair flower into tomorrow
Only to brush bye me like the breath of Night, (nicht)
Build an aqueduct of your arms which cradle our graveyard child, a house of cards
Come sing your sorrow/sweet tune leave me count the hours as if, as though
You were ever closer than those distant stars that like fairy tales console,
Unbelievable Incarnation of Love Forever Longing For Forgotten Memory
Paper thin volumes of prose, so heart-felt, so forlorn at last
Why this stage of sunbeams and Wisdom's rusting soul
If only to be cast away, alone, outside to fast each day borrowed like these thoughts
Like Light's restless, wearying weavers
Beautiful paradigm of r i v e r s . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-10-12 at 07:20
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