talking in the sleep of the world the small leaves sigh
sigh down corridors of moonlight
year on year
all things fade into their beginning
the painting's on the wind
it chimes
down corridors of moonlight
in the sleep of the world
the artist wakes all colours fade
into their beginning
the small leaves sigh
do the stars listen
glistening every time
a small child sighs
how many weeks till
the Christmas of the world,
returns?
and will You find me
everywhere
the small leaves sigh
down corridors of dream
dream, in the fading of the world
mary angela douglas 19 january 2014
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