they are that shade of blue that made you happy as a child
like turquoise mixed with the milk of pearls and they
could fly and you could follow them then to
no bitter kingdoms but now they stay in groves
of pink clouded trees the winds won't stir but
if they did you would stand under the delicate branches
delicate as you were
holding your breath and showered in pink flowers
of course you could be but now the branches
blend
into a light that cannot rise or set and you feel restless
and you are here wishing with all your might
the birds in the iridescent hedges of the night
would come to life and the kingdom the kingdom
painted in fine colours on the flowing air
why
you would suddenly just
be there
mary angela douglas 18 february 2015
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