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