Lost At The Altar Of

lost at the altar of

your clouds

as in a dream

far gone I stray

above the rooftops of

late changing leaves;

it leans on the heart

with a trace of sadness

almost monumental-

but I'm at play

under the staircase

in your opal storehouse.

you're too roseate in

your dilemmas-

odd-coloured, shifting

caravan my song

I'm leaving your

violet shadows

on the sands

I'm leaving

hoping that you won't

see the

glare from my lost

mirrors scattered

everywhere

mary angela douglas 13 august 2010