Found Soul
This sleep you dream of
Not a single spoken word to be
Never afraid of clouds, wraith, stars in a forgotten fog,
No one is there
Are you? , not I n other eyes disguised
Come here to sleep to wait upon a figure bathed in Light,
Dressed in flowering robes of lambent sunsets, the sunrise trees
Display their shimmering , ephemeral leaves
As bright almost as the tears of lost souls found
Here, to sleep to dream of ;
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers

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Written on 2023-05-16 at 01:16




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