Why Can't We Leave Like Flowers In The Wind

why can't we leave like flowers in the wind
like birds from their sunlit spires;
a turn of the wave and then,

mere vanishing into foam.
why can't we drift and
then begin to dream

where time has bought no seam?
where wandering is a blessed thing and
not a curse;

far from the ravaged earth;
far from the tempests that
have had little meaning

since our birth; we could go on and on
vanishing like moonlight from the causeways
when it is Dawn.

mary angela douglas 30 april 2016