Poetry On The Full Tides Going Home

in my dream I danced

till the sky came down in translucent blue petals

the sky came down

and the wanderers wandered no more

and the sky drifted in the snow white seas

in the snow white seas

and the foam of all goodbyes was canceled

and the anvil of the heart was not struck

was not struck and the clock ticked not

with the tock of all goodbyes

and the fairytale did not crumple

in a heap of gold belied

in my dream I danced

the mysteries falling about my feet

and beauty on every side

and beauty on every side

had come to abide forever

where the gold of faiytales revived

and the wanderers floated in the

snow white seas 

in the snow white seas

in view of land

and poetry glowed

on every hand

on every hand

no longer turning into foam

mary angela douglas 22 march 2014