A Place To Stay
Quietly reflectionsFrom a far away light
Asleep to the fevered day
Awake to a voice inside of who
Is the one that calls the way
Home is a dream of journeys lived
Like mosaics of sensed scenes painted on the soul
The senses may be a womb to inhabit for a time
An origin follows through from first breath to last
Inhaling dear thoughts of a place to stay
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2025-11-06 at 18:19
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