awash in the colours of the befores and afters
we are awash the children sighed
and in their dreams, the sound of waters.
will we pass over
they asked the moon and stars
with the candles lit on the crown
of Christmas first and last
will we glisten as in the past
but I, how could I more than listen
when dreams had no language
I could intercept
and the children crossed over
who can say how or hold regret
like the princess in the tower
and the children passed under
who can say when
and who was there to defend them,
if not God?
mary angela douglas 2 december 2016
we are awash the children sighed
and in their dreams, the sound of waters.
will we pass over
they asked the moon and stars
with the candles lit on the crown
of Christmas first and last
will we glisten as in the past
but I, how could I more than listen
when dreams had no language
I could intercept
and the children crossed over
who can say how or hold regret
like the princess in the tower
and the children passed under
who can say when
and who was there to defend them,
if not God?
mary angela douglas 2 december 2016
