Your Face Is A Flower

your face is a flower too often lost
in the ribald world.
blossoming where

in the darkening air
and clouds pass over it,
and streams of light

shadows of leaves, unseen
angels.
your face a flower between

scene and scene
played upon by fools.
your face with its music

not for their amusement made.
your face a coolness
in the shade

varies like star from star
sways slightly on its stem.
does not bow down

to them.

mary angela douglas 23 october 2015