In Her Iris Eyes
There's a hole deep inside the night that lives and diesJust a thought, once a dream of her heavenly skies,
Where she streams where Time flies, Light gets high gets so lost
It gets so dark underneath the beds of deeper browns and reds
Mark our foreheads with so much data, antediluvian strata ups
The downs,
He still remembers what was said, Light came pouring through the skies
There's a hole inside the Night where Love is born and lives and dies,
Just her hold deep inside a Night of Iris eyes
Seas of thought, once a dream of her heavenly skies
Filling holes deep inside a Light that lives and dies . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-11-18 at 16:21
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