You Wrote On A Page Of Light

I wrote on a page of light;
it vanished.
then there was night.

then there was night and
I heard the lullabies
and then there were dreams.

and when you woke
there were roses, lilies
things so rare a someone so silvery spoke,

or was spoken into the silvery air that

you couldn't learn words for them
fast enough.
and then,

you wrote on a page of light.

mary angela douglas 9 april 2016