Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Every Moment Has Its Own Light

every moment has its own light
its planetary systems, tiny stars
even when we are sleeping

every moment is a portal of gold

a face indicating a soul
even when we are working and

cannot look at the sky without


every rose is chiming its own
rose-minutes freely, as in dreams even

while we are being herded
another place we don't want to go

every rose is leaving

without asking permission
petal by petal

how can it be
every moment holds a world they
haven't yet conquered

mary angela douglas 8 february 2006