With Regards To Mr. Thomas
Going gently into the night so long
Gaze intently at throes of stars that throng
Seeing more than there ever was to see
Light divine may blind eternally
Eyes that only seem to look away
Mouths may speak of words yet never say
Of that which is and that which may not be
Gaze intently at throes of stars that throng
Going gently into the night so long
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Written on 2026-09-05 at 04:50
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