Light Mirror Dances With

The way light mirror dances with forest winds of breath
In a dream on a train in the hills on a summer afternoon
Just an odd bit of magic tuned to words and your eyes
Like the swoon of a swan and the smiling, sighing waving trees
Become the clothes that you wear I suppose you may hear
The catch in my chest when your dress swirls loose and falls
Feeling the naked splendors of your hair fragrant against my skin
Losing myself in mythic kisses in the sweet song hollow of your throat
If only we could fly so far if only we could light and float
The way
Light mirror dances with
Forest winds of breath . . ,



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-05-11 at 21:17

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful. You have such a great way of combining nature with personal love. Very well written.
2015-05-12


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Sigh, lovely x
2015-05-11