Where?

Oh where have you gone my willowy wand
With your wind dancing arms of sentient light
Are you over the sea, into eternity
Hooked on heavenly gates with the pearls to wait,
When you were not far, I asked you how are
These days gone so far gone and alone
Like a statue on his throne of stone cold as a bone
On an oak that was gnarled in old limbs the wind snarled
we walked hand in hand Like a marching band
Pirouetting along the borders of Night
Oh where have you gone my willowy wand
With your wind dancing arms of sentient l i g h t . . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-11-10 at 20:06

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