In Sight

There is an instant of inspired insight
It lasts for years, a lifetime flashes before your eyes
Expire from this world, disappearing into that
Which is to come,
Where are we my Love?
Every utter fiber of being aches for the touch of your hand
Makes me twist and turn beneath the waves of my dreams
Each night finding the way between shades of trees winding
Deeper down within the grades of what is known to be and
What is only supposed yet remains unseen
There are moments when all is touched by Light
There is an instant of inspired insight



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-02-10 at 22:22

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