I have painted my heart under the snows
said the artist of the North Country
who wished to remain unknown.
in caverns of ice, the heart glowed.
under many colours.layer on layer
as it is in the sleep an epoch dreams
as it is in the sleep an epoch dreams
and colours slept
or else, were wept.
unlettered and unseen.
light years went by,
by Light sustained.
and shone above the snows,the plains
the caverns, the heart
indiscernable.
and the cloudy stars sang,
clanging their violet bells
and not knowing, not knowing
and not knowing, not knowing
like a child's riddle blowing,
the rose word spelled.
mary angela douglas 10 may 2015
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