Walking Away

Watching the way you walk away
Feeling the waves, an ache in the bones
Dreaming of trees and youth's soliloquies
A sudden pattern of lightning flash
And a cold bitter splash of rain falls like ghosts all around
Spirits fly for the alleyways for the tunnels and caves
Anywhere for a moment's prayer for a last breath for the grave,
These days is never faraway, just a hint in the skin
A catch in the step and a dream for another day
Forgetting what I had to say
Watching the way you walk away . . .

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-06-27 at 01:25

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Ah, how bittersweet. I know the feeling you describe all too well.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Kind of ghostly in its essence. I often forget what to say in the presence of beautiful women. Perhaps this is all about our bustling lives and whether some things are really worth it. Very nice to read :)

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I can feel the footsteps resonating :-)

Elle x