Tuesday, July 05, 2016

Rest Like Water

yesterday I looked for rest like water;
whole civilizations were in want of a green shade
and rest like water; music,

a dreaming glade. or did it only seem that way.
set this aside, once God his angels told
and I remember going there once as a child;

we had lemon ice cream after.

now is it overgrown?
is there a road left there, white sanded,
diamond shone?

oh close your eyes and you are home:

the waterfall gushes over the rocks,
the fragrant branches stir.
even the shadows are yours, and cool.

mary angela douglas 5 july 2016