Certain Poets Read The Skies As They Did Before

writing in diamonds on the winter skies

God in His singular Castle keeps the night

and tries once more to scatter poems

for you

from the crystal highlands of His ultimate Preciousness.

but I am semi-precious and can't

quite catch the drift, do you?

of all this silver coinage everywhere.

and rubies that can't be spent

are gathering in His West 

where the slow swans rise.

oh, ever new cryptology that can't be

decoded yet

though we are trying to-

transcribing what we knew before

or thought we did-

and what we almost hear

mary angela douglas 30 december 2013;rev. 21 november 2014