lemon stars over the patio of dreams
where the fronds of the ferned
and the mystical trees,
exotic with pink-peach blossoms stream
in-between the paper lantern sanctums of summers...
there, our fireflies
in a lavender key
compose in the moment small galaxies;
we sip on strawberry sodas
carefully, the childish
once upons suffused
with the lemon stars.
we shall wear our quartz scattered
rainbows well,our polished cottons glowing
all heirloom garlanded; in beaded slippers,
in faceted earrings near the frangipangi;
in empire dresses of the setting sun
till Grandmother says it's getting cool
oh little ones
and oh, my dazzled angels recede
like the lemon stars, the patio of dreams;
like the gauzy motions of the ferny trees,
the pink peach blossoms falling
starlike through the air
mary angela douglas 29 july 2016
where the fronds of the ferned
and the mystical trees,
exotic with pink-peach blossoms stream
in-between the paper lantern sanctums of summers...
there, our fireflies
in a lavender key
compose in the moment small galaxies;
we sip on strawberry sodas
carefully, the childish
once upons suffused
with the lemon stars.
we shall wear our quartz scattered
rainbows well,our polished cottons glowing
all heirloom garlanded; in beaded slippers,
in faceted earrings near the frangipangi;
in empire dresses of the setting sun
till Grandmother says it's getting cool
oh little ones
and oh, my dazzled angels recede
like the lemon stars, the patio of dreams;
like the gauzy motions of the ferny trees,
the pink peach blossoms falling
starlike through the air
mary angela douglas 29 july 2016
