like falling off the edge of the world,
the cliffs, blindfolded, you didn't know
were there
like never hearing the bright word said
but still listening for it
after the speaker's dead
like stitching together no reasons why
or having no mottos on the walls
of the heart, the dazzling aortic
continuing on despite this
like looking for the sun at night
or flight from the frozen sparrows on
the budless twigs or
keeping music's secret like the marrow
of dreaming with your eyes entirely open
some things just can't be said
the way they felt to you
at the time
breaking the heart of milleniums
mary angela douglas 17 may 2015
the cliffs, blindfolded, you didn't know
were there
like never hearing the bright word said
but still listening for it
after the speaker's dead
like stitching together no reasons why
or having no mottos on the walls
of the heart, the dazzling aortic
continuing on despite this
like looking for the sun at night
or flight from the frozen sparrows on
the budless twigs or
keeping music's secret like the marrow
of dreaming with your eyes entirely open
some things just can't be said
the way they felt to you
at the time
breaking the heart of milleniums
mary angela douglas 17 may 2015
