This Is Not The Dew Impearled

this is not the dew impearled

this is my tear

this is my voiceless

damask plea

rooted under the darkening sky

when the wind blows through

while you are sleeping

when the wind blows through

and I can't sustain this

roseness

will you remember

my rose ghost

poem recited while

ou are gliding off

to sleep;

it was my tear and not

the dew impearled

mary angela douglas 20 october 2007