I can see You have lit the candles of your stars
far above the snows.
dark blue is the night
so that I would want ribbons to match
if I were younger.
and a dress
in paler blue embroidered.
now I want only rest.
cessation of pain.
a single hearted dream
where
the rains came:
melting the snows
ahead of Spring.
I've told You everything now.
mary angela douglas 25 december 2015
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