Blue Nightscapes
One late lost eveningSometime long long ago
Writing a blue nightscape woven
Of slender threads of silken chosen
Thoughts someone was weaving
Around the light of a summer moon
Not the same as being
A meaningless tune of afternoon
Memories dance with ghosts of fragrance
Intimations of romance in surreal dwindle
Strange unreal yarns wound around a dark spindle
Spinning cloth to wear posts left to chance
One late lost evening
Sometime long long ago . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2025-09-16 at 01:56
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