New Lights

Maybe this Spring shall dance with new Light
Bright primrose blood purple prose all through the Night
Winds go winding verses around lovers lost somewhere in a dream
Maybe there someone finds you, somewhere far off, downstream
Past flashing rapids to the shallows where sultry willows dress in shadows
Of ancient silver with deep green overlay
Only whispers, trance words whirling, on the way
With arms bare of ornamental design
Someone to hold in a moment divine,
Bright primrose blood purple prose, all through the Night
Maybe this Spring shall dance with new Light



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-25 at 16:06

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