the tree of language bent so silverly down
when I was small.
oh I'm so glad you came I said
thinking it could always be this way.
have some of the golden deliciousness
it sighed as if from olden days.
and there are other regions, clouds
they said to me pink tinted
and these are yours and when the moon
slip stitches beyond jeweled branches
and you think she's gone,,,
that feeling...and then,
the Aprils...
oh words that I knew then seemed plentiful
plucked in dreams and cherry bedight
as if we would never grow tired of
learning them in our
sleep soothes the tree of language now
and almost, lullaby, and almost
it is near, it is near when the wind soughs,
fear not.
fear-
not.
mary angela douglas 16 june 2015;11 march 2016
when I was small.
oh I'm so glad you came I said
thinking it could always be this way.
have some of the golden deliciousness
it sighed as if from olden days.
and there are other regions, clouds
they said to me pink tinted
and these are yours and when the moon
slip stitches beyond jeweled branches
and you think she's gone,,,
that feeling...and then,
the Aprils...
oh words that I knew then seemed plentiful
plucked in dreams and cherry bedight
as if we would never grow tired of
learning them in our
sleep soothes the tree of language now
and almost, lullaby, and almost
it is near, it is near when the wind soughs,
fear not.
fear-
not.
mary angela douglas 16 june 2015;11 march 2016
