Well and does she have some kind of unfinished business Here and What is she looking for? What makes her weep? And weep? Does she not know she lives no more? Oh Lady in White in the darkness in the night. Lady in White of effervescent light. Reminiscing life And Lovers return by moonlight. Oh Lady, Lady in White. Well have you seen her in the gardens? Did her mournful Song befall your ears? Have you seen her outside your window? Did it strike you as curiosity or fear? How long has this been going on? Is her haunting timeless? Do you mind her company? Is her restlessness endless? Oh Lady in White in the darkness of the night. Lady in White of effervescent light reminiscing life and Lovers return by moonlight. Oh Lady, Lady in White.
Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
Poetry wound and a large schism starts an invasion. Numbness pours out. You become nobody; depart without a farewell. A crazy word is lost and a delirious search is initiated. Bit by bit coexistence is found between the sheets. Unwrap
This night of the long vigil has betrayed my soul. Columns of smoke arise from the landscape of shrines. There is no need now, to sing the praise of oblique wars. Truth has made a big dent in my heart.
I was but a soldier in a trench in Northern France It sat upon a meadow where the lovely poppies danced. The skies above were cloudless clear a perfect colour blue And cornflowers on the meadow danced beside the poppies