.
She came to my dimension to my eyes like a pome
"you are here to find for yourself," she said, "I am here to be found."
It was a bit like trying to hold the sun and string it on a locket of golden hair
Like a vision so fine so unearthly fair and bold
As Love, like Jimi used to sing, doing his thing High as Kingdom Come ,
She came to my dimension eyes like a pome
At a loss for comprehension and a long way from home . . .
("and the wind whispers Mary,")
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-12-18 at 01:55
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Jimi Used To Sing . . .
At a loss for comprehension and a long way from homeShe came to my dimension to my eyes like a pome
"you are here to find for yourself," she said, "I am here to be found."
It was a bit like trying to hold the sun and string it on a locket of golden hair
Like a vision so fine so unearthly fair and bold
As Love, like Jimi used to sing, doing his thing High as Kingdom Come ,
She came to my dimension eyes like a pome
At a loss for comprehension and a long way from home . . .
("and the wind whispers Mary,")
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 485 times
Written on 2015-12-18 at 01:55
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