Unspoken Name


You appear like the sky on morning pages
Written in some impressionist fashion how you dressed
Articulate empiric passion and manifest
Words are weights to pull my thoughts away
Where you fly immaculate high as day
Between the syllables mountainous ages
Pierce my heart and wear my eyes
Like a love that never dies
The now that we became
Our souls unspoken name...



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-01-15 at 22:41

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Almost frozen in time but able to be experienced & lived; truly a perfect 'moment.'
2013-01-17