The Ink Has Faded From The Summer Night

the ink has faded from the summer night
where you had stenciled the stars
in remarkable silver;

different than before,
who can say how?
not now,

your mother whispered
only, sleep though light fades
from the crib

and from the Deep
the bough that breaks forever
still may keep through God's rich grace

the small boat cast ahead
into far years
made of a music you had

glimpsed through tears and
stenciled with the stars
in remarkable

remarkable silver...

mary angela douglas 12 november 2015