Winged Music Starts Awake In A Clouded Chamber

winged music starts awake in a clouded chamber

at the turning of the rose stair in a dream

we came to life or wished we could and

soared over woods like the clouds we were

when we were small

and all the skies seemed chalk pink

scrawled on His translucent blues

and you wore your new patent shoes

and it wasn't even Sunday!

winged music stayed at home and hid

beneath the polished piano lid

you polished yourself on Saturdays

and then went out to play.

and whether the leaves were falling down

like London bridge without a sound

and whether the sheen of snowfall on the way

caught at your heart 100 x a day

it could never be enough

the music played.

mary angela douglas 13 january 2015