is this what it feels like to be waving goodbye
when you're the last one standing still?
perhaps she wondered at her loom
when the moon was a full blown rose
distinctly pink at the edge of town.
this is the tower I live in
while the earth spins
she almost sang.
and the bells ring far into the deep
from all the churches half asleep;
from lofty cathedrals with their
windows half on fire in the sunrise.
I will make a ladder of stars
so that God will see
I have not forgotten him.
by day it will be spun of
honeyed light.
I will go from here
she prayed
and then took flight.
I will go from here.
mary angela douglas 4 may 2015
when you're the last one standing still?
perhaps she wondered at her loom
when the moon was a full blown rose
distinctly pink at the edge of town.
this is the tower I live in
while the earth spins
she almost sang.
and the bells ring far into the deep
from all the churches half asleep;
from lofty cathedrals with their
windows half on fire in the sunrise.
I will make a ladder of stars
so that God will see
I have not forgotten him.
by day it will be spun of
honeyed light.
I will go from here
she prayed
and then took flight.
I will go from here.
mary angela douglas 4 may 2015
