To See

One who lives in The House Of Fading Light
Learns at last to see through walls
Counts the backwards bending bars
Winding ways between the stars
Open as the window falls
One who has learned to read the names of Night,

In the markets and the churches where wheat and chaff
Dance with devils of the dust, where dreams are sold
Half the world is robed in diamonds of tinsel crowns
Where the ghosts of selves reappear in promenade
Wearing pearls worn with certain lustrous loss and thrown
Before the squads of make believe and all that's known
To be forgotten long before an astral symphony evens score
One lives on a while yet, until time to fold
All shall be disrobed, put away the suits and gowns
Dwelling in the back of night where the lights all fade,

For one has learned to read the names of Night
Open as the window falls
Winding ways between the stars
Counts the backwords bending bars
Learns at last to see through walls
One who dies in The House Of Fading Light .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 560 times
Written on 2015-06-19 at 10:43

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text