Saturday, May 14, 2016

I Am Awake Yet I Am Asleep

trees and the shadows of trees
down the long lanes remembered,
beckoning in dreams

I see and the fingers of moonlight
reconfigured where there is
this quietude, the night music

and the groves of a rustling like silk
when the winds come through,
night winds from the star

that I remember as if they were saying somewhere,
lost angels, finding again the way:
all this will fade and yet will remain;

the leaves, rustling, the forests in shadows

the pools of moonlight
and the night birds singing
and I so glad to be in their music

while I am awake
and yet, asleep

mary angela douglas 14 may 2016