The Marine Coloured Winds, The Curtains Blowing

the pastel coloured winds
in shades of marine
ruffle of dreams

by the water; my dream
of the wraparound porch
with the honeysuckle vines;

my green perfumes; my hidden signs
disperse, webbed in gold
on the surfaces

of things, of the waters
in my dreams in marine colors.
more, moire, in their thin disguise

clouds beckon me early, on the day
they rise, in the summers before
who could recognize

you had gathered your gardenia sighs for
the last summer that winds
in marine colours could shear the

curtains at the window; float
near the waters as if
they were sentient

sails

mary angela douglas 12 december 2015