Sunday, December 28, 2014

Bowing Down To The Ground

bowing down to the ground
under Your  peach clouds
where no one sees

bowing down
under the apricot holdings of your vast estates
or holding the filmy mirrors of your snows

where no one knows me: for a moment in a stilled eyelash
I gaze at hidden starlight all alone.

it is you in the blue lit dusks will never leave
though everything else lies in Shadow
and is proud of it;
it is you where the dim birds sing

on the cloud banked days;
where the floating mind encounters
your washed gardens, green and lavender.

and when I have lost my name
spiced with forgotten roses
(You are) still, the same-

mary angela douglas 28 december 2014

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