I thought and why shouldn't we
loving the night skies as we did
almost from the cradle
and this is how we would live
dressed in starlight
innocently and breathing in the green
perfumes of the night unseen
and being, only being
like the winds,
in from the sea.
why couldn't we.
why couldn't our steps chime
in unison with the heavenly spheres
and we be dancing
tulle draped, meditative years
posed for a moment as in
vintage photographs of the ballet
where the air surrounding
seems filled with snows invisible.
pinning the rose adagios to the wall
of our favorites and thinking always
in terms of the dance.
giving a backward glance to it
even without these things coming to pass
I am so glad I dreamed of them then.
thinking that I would live like the wind
and thinking beyond
what would have to be endured
that even now
this is still possible.
mary angela douglas 18 december 2016