have you defended the falling rain from rainbows
crumbling in your armour
and you fought to crumple the paper sun
the firmament of tears
in your own sphere working late
ah throw away the moon the stars and the sun
the old ways of thinking about them
we have learned to fly
with nowhere left to go
have you defended the glistening snows
from Christmas taken the children far
from their native Star
and broken the looking glass
weeps from the path where the children always stray
now holding the moon in their hands
incapable of understanding
why has the sky the sky fallen in
on them
mary angela douglas 3 april 2016
crumbling in your armour
and you fought to crumple the paper sun
the firmament of tears
in your own sphere working late
ah throw away the moon the stars and the sun
the old ways of thinking about them
we have learned to fly
with nowhere left to go
have you defended the glistening snows
from Christmas taken the children far
from their native Star
and broken the looking glass
weeps from the path where the children always stray
now holding the moon in their hands
incapable of understanding
why has the sky the sky fallen in
on them
mary angela douglas 3 april 2016
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