you murmured in your sleep;
the one slipping past
the Princess as she dances
her whole life out in the one scene.
and the sequins flower in the footlights
and the moment itself is a rose.
now a rose, folded in sleep
lest dreaming take its toll
and thinking there was
another way out than this.
let sleep settle over everything
some lilac benediction;
the long vigil commence.
the one where the bells are stilled.
mary angela douglas 18 july 2016