Way Up Woman

There is a woman way up there somewhere
Has me under her wonder as I ponder a spell
Being everything she has and is
My Heaven and Hell,

There is a woman in the wind wearing lightning for hair
When she sings there are raptures twined with moans of despair
There are storms frosted silvery blue dying the morning air
There is a woman way up
Way up there somewhere,

She has me under her ponder I wonder a spell
Everything being she has and is
My Heaven and Hell

So far to fall as far I fell
Her smile an isle of wishing well

She weaves the leaves of sea green bright
Into garlands of beautiful, shining light
Draping like pale, slender arms about the night

There is a woman, only she knows where
There is a woman I love way up there . . .




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-09-17 at 00:14

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