Thursday, July 13, 2006

My Soul Is A Traceless Wound

my soul is a traceless wound
a bruising of stars


a trial with no witnesses

a tree of clouds where birds
are singing cloudless songs


a shade drawn against the sun
a fire stung by air

a rift within an
imaginary family


a sadness of inquisitions


no broken thread of remembrance floating

on the beautiful finger of God-


mary angela douglas 24 december 2003
copyright 2006